My mind wanders
Watching people pass by
Grey and bland they are
Continuing the indefinite monotony of a life never ending
My heart aches sullen
It's bleeding, wounded, crippled
But I'm dead already
I miss you
Every inch, every fiber
Do you share the same feelings?
The shallow pain of indifference rather than the co-operative bond of unity
You refuse to help fix us
But I get it, I'd hate me too
It's hard to love a corpse
Nothing but ash runs through my veins
My heart's fire lies dim and low
Crushed and smothered by the social stigmas of a shattered dream
Now my songs sing of you
Every lyric, every stanza, every phrase speaks your name
Digging knives ever deeper into the corpse that is me
Be the mortician for my autopsy
Carve this flesh and find how I died
But I could just tell you myself through cracked lips and stuttered words
Diagnosed with a "broken heart" they say
Life expectancy wasn't long anyways, you just pulled the plug
A humane mercy killing
Im beyond fixing I know you say
I can't even hold a relationship steady
I'm dead already
YOU ARE READING
Journal
PoetryThis is just a collaboration of poems that I wrote to get me through the day sometimes. Dealing with heartbreak tends to be deep and unforgiving but this was the only way I knew how
