strangled
sick of feeling, sick of living
wanting everything so badly but getting nothing but hollowed skeletons, broken hearts, and a slow-killing disease
poison seeping through veins slowly,
slowly,
ever so slowly
like that one spark from that one match that lights than one drop of kerosene and sets the whole forest on fire
craved the beauty of wings to no extent but feared the sting of pain
forced a smile, laughed, pretended everything was okay when it
wasn't
when everything was crumbling to pieces inside, a hurricane of tears and blurred screams
so ironic, isn't it?
wishing for scars instead of the numbness that eats at the light inside
dark webs, twisting and restricting and binding too tight what was once free
be smart, be pretty, be good, be lawful, be obedient, be quiet, be responsible, be respectful?
you mean be mindless, be unthinking, be blind, be bound to you
what about be me?
be
wholly
me?
i'm tired of living this life of lies and story of sighs and tragedy of broken ties
i want to start over
strangely enough, the love for what's strangling's holding death back
death comes with his scepter, ready to reclaim, but
life wants to cling on to the pain, to whatever's left, by a thread
would rather have that acid in the bruises than the gnawing emptiness
to tell me
i'n still living,
even if not alive
A/N: hey y'all sorry if you feel like you've been getting very repetitive content (dark imagery, depressing thoughts etc etc etc) but honestly writing's the only means i have to let all this emotion out (especially through this poem - it is based on real, ongoing feelings) so i apologise again if it's too much! but thank you all so so much for making me feel this loved - i love y'all too ❤️
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Şiir"when i cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me i am in darkness - i am nothing." - virginia woolf, the waves sparks of thought and glimmers of ideas, encapsulated in words. note: some blackout poems are published in here and will be i...
