the art of drowning // poems :: poetry

six » ouch

six » ouch

i don't hear my heartbeat anymore,
(should i?)
neither i can think of any though.
my mind is cleared,
scared.

ouch, ouch
my head screams.
ouch, ouch
my heart aches.

my consciousness only reminds me of how lonely i am.
how ripped, how hollowed is my soul.
it cannot find peace,
the sound of pain is what echoes though it.

ouch, ouch
my head hurts.
ouch, ouch
my heart burns.

but the truth is that i can't handle this.
this pain consumes me,
makes me crazy,
more sad and lonely.

that pain turns me into something i'm not;
something that does not exists,
that i have only created and helped to develop.

ouch, ouch
my head is gone
ouch, ouch
my heartbeat stops.

wish it was that easy
just by saying farewell dear soul intrude.
it's all over, i lost.
(do i even exist now?)

ouch, ouch
my soul is now black
ouch, ouch
it's not coming back.

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