Some days I feel like fire is crawling up my walls
I can't breathe
Smoke is filling my lungs
It's toxic
There's no escape
I wish it was a nightmare
Other days it's worse
I think I could never wake up
I'd be in my happy place at least
I just know I'm going to die
I've been suffering far too long
Time to find a way out
Just one cut,
One slit of the wrist,
If you will, Satan
The coughing is getting uncontrollable
Did you say something?
On nevermind
I'm alone
I've been left to die
No one cares
I'm the fallen tree,
No one's around
Why make a sound?
Why cry for a life that is too far torn,
To not be garbage,
Thrown away,
kept out of sight like I never existed
Why not surrender to my fate?
C'mon just one little cut,
On a vein no less
End my misery,
The heat is too much
It's going to explode.
(Whisper)
Finally
YOU ARE READING
Stuck In The Mind
PoetryA poetry book of thoughts in my head, My own work but the cover is made by someone else. This is just a tiny glimpse of what my mind is like. I'm not stuck in the mud, I'm Stuck In The Mind.
