Will you wonder until the end of time until your breath catches on your worries, and you suffocate on your soul? Will you fall into the abyss created in your heart that crawls into your mind and eats you alive? Are you afraid that the drugs won't numb you anymore, that existence is fleeting and you can't grip it? I cannot save you. I barely saved myself and look where I ended up. The noises we hear as background have become more than noise. My voice is more than noise, and so are you. I know you are lost, and I know you can be saved, but you can only save yourself. Noise is only becoming louder, it's only getting harder to breathe.
You were able to pull yourself down, so why can't you get up and leave?
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning To The End
PoesiaI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
