Please wake up,
That's not a dream,
You're drowning in your own sea,
Full of doubts and misery,
So take your life to your hands,
And swim up to the land,
To breathe some comfidence,
You never had.
Dying again,
Somehow differently but it still feels
the same,
For life's so rough,
And you're too tired to fight back,
So you roll your sleeves,
And let misery bleed,
Out of your useless veins,
You once had,
Made from a broken heart,
Which's once existing beat,
Disappeared with this very last
cut.
YOU ARE READING
Melancholic Poetry
PoetryThese are some poems I wrote about different topics. I was inspired by events that have happened in my life or I have seen others face and felt the need to write down. I would not recommend to anyone who gets triggered easily with these things as s...
