The noose around my neck
The chair beneath my feet
My lungs void of oxygen
Willing to suffocate me
Tears streaming down my face
Heart in your hand
Can't handle these feelings
Destined to be damned
Forced to paste a smile
To pretend that I'm okay
No one seems to notice
That I barely made it through
the day.
YOU ARE READING
oh, death.
Poetry-Title is self explanatory. - Ranked #790 in Poetry ? -Just inner thoughts
