The sound of them banging against the door,
Peeling himself from off the bloody floor.
He stumble on his own feet,
The stench of alcohol reeked.
Straight through the door, the head of an axe,
He fell back down, he heard the door cracked.
He saw the blurry figures of people,
Their hands just kept grabbing his body.
He wondered why they couldn't leave him alone,
They screamed his name loudly.
Their touch felt hot, it burned his skin.
He tried to push away, but he had no strength within.
He was in too much pain,
His eyes kept closing, he tried to refrain.
YOU ARE READING
suicidal thoughts poems
PoetryThis is not a story but a book of poems, my wonderful friends gave me the idea so thank u guys hope you enjoy reading these poems as much as I enjoyed writing them for you.
