How shall I face you my self made noose
May I turn like a coward?
Weep as the broken?
Laugh with the daunted?
Can I take one breathe of the air you so forbid
Shall I face you after I face the blade I used to pierce my once smooth skin
How can I see you there and take you down
Tainted rope hanging from the ceiling, I hope to never approach you again!
However you dulled blade that couldn't end me
I will wash you free
But you noose washed in my tears, hope, and sin
How shall I handle you
How could I face you
Why did I need you
Who am I to you?
You let me down.
Please set me free.
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A Nightmare While Awake
PoetryA set of short Poems that show a progression of a mental state
