And I'm lying on a cold hard ground,
Trying to breathe, not to drown.
My demons are following me,
They scare me to death,
Steal my mind from me
And leave me without breath.
I'm left to defend from what I can't see,
Thrown into a void which screams in pain,
And people are asking for me to be sane,
But my demons are screaming, it cannot be.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Suicide Poems
PoetryThis is my way to say goodbye. Warning: the poems might be triggering. If you believe you cannot stand reading depression and sucide poems because you might be triggered, please, for your own good, don't.
