Why am I so dim? Why are they so bright?
They manage to shine whilst I continue being grim.
I walk into the road.
I see a bright light. Take me.
Engulf me. Take me away from this cruel world.
Straight through me you go.
What happened?
Why am I still here?
Down I look. Hands fading.
Floating. Eyes closing.
Clouds gliding through the night sky. Moon shining.
Invisible.
Tunnel. Light.
Can't move. Falling.
Darkness.
Empty.
Broken.
Am I free though?
I don't know.
But I wanna know.
No going back. Goodnight.
Farewell. See you on the other side.
[Scratch the previous note, turns out that I did write this. I must've been in a shit place, wow]
YOU ARE READING
Yes, I'm depressed
PoetryShort sentences for broken souls Its also just a source of ranting for me for when I'm really in my feels. If you relate, I'm sorry and I wish there was a way to remove the pain
