Looking I see a mess around me
Am I really this disastrous?
The pieces I leave behind
Ignored and left to waste
I look again closer
There's more that's crumbled away
As everything piles into what I see now
I still do nothing
It clutters and I begin to search through
Picking up some of the pieces
They stick to my skin and beeds of red start to form
It drips but it's not warm
Thickening it clumps, cold and stinging
My mind goes back
I look and there's nothing around me
I try to do something
But I keep fading
Watching closely I see
It's not me that's disappearing
I've razed everything around me
I've made it into nothing by breaking down the once whole love that I had
And with what was left I turned to tar
to continue to be consumed in the wreckage I created
Closing myself in my disaster
YOU ARE READING
I'm Dying Inside
PoetryI said I'd never post another story,poem or whatever on here because I'm terrified of my feelings being shw,n I'm literaly shaking as I write this ...
