i'm suffocating
i could feel your hands
threaded onto my neck
and i'm gasping
for a chance
to breath
i could see your smile
i could hear your laugh
you probably think
it's funny
as you pull your knife
out of your pocket
and graze it on my wrists
you tell me
it's just a joke
then stab my heart
double stab
triple stab
like this was some sort
of video game
and my heart
is left trying
to collect it's blood
but my arteries
are spewing out tears
gushing on my chest
dark and ugly
if this is what dying felt like
i wish you would just hurry up
but i was ripped
of my lungs
while watching
my heart be the poison
of people's drinks
and as i close my eyes
waiting for my last breath
before death
i hear you whisper
"don't take me too seriously".
YOU ARE READING
the dawn of us
Poetrycover by duvetjae a series of written poems about love, trauma, and moving on. disclaimer: this books discusses many serious topics, read with caution.
