There's a type of burning
you begin to drown in
the screaming in your mind
at the front of the lines
there is no fear of death
only acceptance of the end
I know that you can't see it
because I hide the remains
but when your gone or sleeping
I cry inside my brain
my physical embodiment
of pain is not for show
but my skin will crawl off of my bones
if I continue to stay this low
distractions keep my mind awake
fear keeps my tongue on edge
ready to scream at the drop of a pen
ready to run at the sight of a man
I want this to end
I'm tired of it trailing
I want this to heal
I'm tired of the screaming
I'm tired of not feeling
I'm tired of repeating
the same words to myself
the same feelings in my head
I never learn a lesson
until I'm almost dead
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Poems of Death
Poetry***TRIGGER WARNING*** Feel close to death? Maybe you're not quite as close as you think. These are poems I wrote for me and people I love; some were gifts and others are just my thoughts. These are my own words and images. Although this is for mysel...