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I feel-
I am unsure of what to say
What will you say?
Will you get mad?
Pester my already troubled mind with what you think is best?
I'm sorry,
Really- I am
But I can't go on like this
Don't you understand me?
Why does no one understand me?
I often wander around,
My own mind is a giant mess,
But you believe me right?
Why does no one believe me?
Why?
I can't eat,
Not anymore
But it'll get better, right?
Oh please save me
I don't want to go on, Ana
I am unsure of everything,
But you'll save me, right?
From the pain and sadness
You'll save me from everything
I am still unsure
The months have passed by,
I've grown weaker and weaker,
I'm as pale as a walker
Like a dying weed
Ana, I thought you said I-
But you said I'd feel better..
You understood for a while,
Sorry Ana- but I can't
My mind is a mess
I am unsure
I feel empty
my world is crashing down
I'm getting thinner and weaker
All I am is a dying weed
Thank you Ana
For understanding
For being there
For being such a good friend
When no one else was there..
Thank you for killing me, before I could kill myself.
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Into The Rabbit Hole, We Go
PoetryI write to make people feel things. If you ever feel down (or if reading one of my stories makes you feel down) well I don't know what else to say. I've always wanted to publish my short stories and free verse poems. I really don't want to become a...
