Short Poems [Book #1]

Puppet With Strings *

I have this emptiness inside me,

Like I can't breathe,

But I know I'm breathing,

I just can't feel it,

I feel like I'm going to crash and burn,

But I also feel numb,

Almost like,

A puppet,

They say puppets don't control their own stringers,

And I feel like everyone took a string,

And pulled so hard,

That I might fall apart,

I want to take the pills,

I have an urge,

And I could have over dosed if I wanted to,

But I'm scared of death,

I'm scared to die,

But I just want to end the pain,

To shut my eyes for the last time,

Whispering to the world goodnight,

Please help me,

Please,

I'm begging you,

This isn't poetry,

It's my death line,

And I'm running out of time,

I'm sorry if I tell you I'm okay,

Because the truth is,

That's a lie,

This time,

I'm not fine.