ive died so many times, over and over
Dont you think its time?
Time to lay me out on the shivering sheet of metal,
pull my lifeless body out from the chest freezer of a wall,
being led to display,
as hells other captures remain inclosed behind titanium,
locking them forever,
bonded to a world not so different from where they currently suffer.
Cut me open, my guts the exhibit
Scavenge in my death,
engulfed in pity as you slice lines like the ones id already applied for you,
vertically down my wrist.
Look deep and hard,
was it the drugs in my body?
Perhaps a failure of the brain?,
due to things i smoked daily,
freeing myself of torture,
simply trying my hardest to make everything a little bit better.
Maybe if you found it,
Find out why,after being born into this cruel asylum,
just to be shat into another.
why i lay before you,
hair ripped from my head,
laying in the fistfuls of my hands.
Maybe then,
you could figure out where i possibly went wrong...
~d m
YOU ARE READING
happysadness :(:
Poetrya poem to capture every moment only thought of in my head..the ones i replay late at night, crying myself to bed. i figured i better write them somewhere... or they'll remain unknown once I'm dead..
