Poetry

Dying on the Inside.

Flames rising.

Rising.

Rising.

I'm hiding.

Hiding.

Hiding.

I'm running away,

Trying to excape,

Gasping for air.

I'm drowning.

Drowning.

Drowning.

Splashing and Trashing around,

Trying to reach the cool, safe air.

I'm falling.

Falling.

Falling.

Falling off a skyscraper

To my doom,

Arms reaching up,

Trying to catch the sky

And pull myself up again.

I'm dying.

Dying.

Dying.

Not in your eyes.

Not in the way you think.

I'm dying on the inside.

The fire,

The water,

And the gravity

Are all killing me,

Stabbing me with it's daggers.

But my bullies are doing the same,

Taking their cruel, rapacious words cutting into my soul

And stealing the happiness away from me,

Just like the fire, water, and gravity.

I'm burning.

I'm drowning.

I'm falling.

I'm dying.