*author's note* I'm SO SO SO SORRY I haven't been on here lately and writing. I've been swamped with homework and now I have exams. But, feel free to message me or give me feedback. I'm still monitoring it! Okay here's a new poem I've been working on! -Shannon
I'm on the edge of going insane.
Actually, I might already be there.
Call the doctor.
I'm teetering on the edge-
Wondering if it's really worth it to go on,
Or if I'm just staying here on Earth rotting.
People congratulate me on staying alive,
But what they don't know is-
I'm dead inside.
I'm tired of feeling numb.
I'm tired of teetering on the edge of insanity.
I'm tired of trying.
But most of all-
I'm tired of not having the heart to tell people that I don't want to live.
Walking on the edge is thrilling,
But I think jumping would be more fun.
To fly-
Just one time-
Before you die.
Doesn't that sound thrilling?
I'm only alive because of him,
Because of music,
Because of books and writing,
Because of art,
Because of certain people.
I'm past the point of wanting to live for myself.
