If I told you I wanted to die,
Would you believe me?
Would you see the true pain in my eyes,
Or roll your own with a lack of surprise?
Would you know how much I cry,
How it hurts my chest but I cannot stop
I wait to be alone to let it all out
To scream and shout, let my rage turn me inside out.
Would you even understand the reasons, would you get my feelings?
If I told you, you would see how deep this pain goes, its origin, unknown
You could call it depression but I feel it is far worse
It is an agreement with myself that I have no worth
I whisper to her, my Angel of Death
But she tells me, you are still not worthy yet
She tortures me while I sleep, when I cry alone, she weeps
For me to realise, I am not strong enough to cross over, to reach the light
I am too feeble to even sacrifice my own life
Pitiful in all I am, all I do
Please Angel, give me one gift
The sweet relief of my pain, the torture in my head
Let me go to the other side, let this version of me be dead.
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Ethereal Abyss
PoesíaPoetry for me began as a much needed escape from the reality of this world. The same endless routines, faceless people day after day. A slow steady evolution began in my solitude as my work started changing from the torturing monotonous cries of esc...
