I'm slowing fading
Slipping away
Hoping and dreaming about the day
When people
Don't change
Or feelings
rearrange.
Too much to ask?
For someone to stay?
I'm just a game
For people to play.
Pull me from the water
Take my hand
Take Me to
A perfect land
Where things are fair
And people care.
I guess I should
Be aware
That things like that just don't exist.
Based upon the scars on our wrists.
Slipping, sliding
Getting pulled under.
Water in my lungs
I start to wonder.
Why did I even keep on waiting.
All along they've been watching me suffocating.
The water is starting to take it's toll...
Everyone witnessed me losing my soul.
I take in my very last breath....
All that surrounds me now
Is death...
~Angel~
YOU ARE READING
In This Dark Room
PoezieThis is for all of those out there whose mind has become a dark room. You don't have to stay there.. All it takes is standing up and putting one foot in front of another. You can't do it. I believe in you.
