My wrist keeps throbbing,
As drops of blood falls at the ground,
Hurting, sobbing, bleeding,
But here in this empty room I scream no painful sound.
I think I'm already insane,
'Cause this pain I feel feels good,
As I hold again the stained blade,
I added another cut as I stood.
Teardrops escape my eye,
And I'm not sure anymore why,
Why did I do this?
Or why was I still alive?
Should I just finish myself once and for all?
To finish this madness the demons inside of me caused?
Should I still rise or should I fall?
Shall I give up my life that's so lost?
This life that's just so broken,
Better to be killed,
Than to rather feel so wasted and shaken,
Shall I still?
BINABASA MO ANG
Depths Of Thoughts
PoetryEverything that is published within this book are all made by me. All the poems are composed by me. This is a collection of poems :)
