I want to watch myself bleed again,
To distract myself from the fear
of the inevitable end.
I try to capture every moment
in the palm of my hand,
It's impossible—time is slipping
from in between my fingers like sand.
'Don't go,' I plead,
But you're taken away from me,
along with the essence of my
very being.
So I continue to beg and plead,
But to no avail.
It is here—the inevitable end;
And I watch myself bleed again.
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Alone | Poetry
PoezjaSometimes, you're the loneliest when you're in a room full people. Sometimes, you hurt the most when you can't feel. Loneliness kills.
