i wish i had someone
whom i could die beside
to live outside the darkness
in which i scream and hide
every thought and every feeling
i convey inside my book
so they will know i existed
breach inside and take a look
theres noone left for me
no hand stretched out to grab
just a blade that rust with blood
in which i use to stab
i'm sunk into my ditch
with nowhere else to go
my lungs just gasp for air
as i drown in all i know
i wish to see the light
to feel some warmth inside
but i am lost within my thoughts
in which i scream and hide
YOU ARE READING
suicide
PoetryYou bullied me.... now we're both the same. I don't know why you did it. I don't know what I did to you, but I guess it doesn't matter now since I'm dead. And since you're here with me I can only assume that you're dead too. So now we can spend an e...
