Why does death seem more peaceful?
The more I think of it,
The more my mind lingers.
How can death be peaceful?
To shut off my mind,
Would put me at ease.
To stop the beating of my heart,
Would put my heart at ease.
I can't seem to think rationally.
How can the end of synchronized beats?
Be peace for me.
How could this put me at ease?
To no longer feel.
To no longer breathe.
To feel nothing,
To feel empty.
Incomplete.
I'm trying to escape a void,
By any means necessary.
But how can that means,
Mean the end of me?
I refuse to believe,
That this is what is in store for me.
By any means necessary,
We shall be something more than,
What we see.
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What She Wanted To Say.
PoesíaShe didn't give them much choice, as to what she did with herself. She didn't say too much, so that she wouldn't give herself away. She didn't speak so she was never heard. She didn't speak so she was always hurt. She didn't speak, her words choked...
