007 : Poem

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WARNING: The poem you are about to read might trigger your anxiety. If you have one, PLEASE skip this part.

To those people who are asking why did I still post this knowing the harm it might cause, I am sorry. I wrote this poem when I was so down and when I was still naive back then.

This poem aims no harm and danger. I am including this one here because this is a compilation of my works. If you don't feel like reading it, it's fine.

My deepest apology for creating such work. I'm sorry.

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I wish I was dead,
Too much sadness inside my head,
Eating and conquering me,
Somebody, please set me free.

I wish I was dead,
Breathless, lying on the bed,
I don't want to feel the sadness ahead,
'Cause by anger, I am being fed.

I wish I was dead,
I don't want an another tear to shed,
Even a lot of words were left unsaid,
No more talks, no more thread.

I wish I was dead,
I want this sadness to end,
'Cause in a broken soul, nothing can mend,
I'm begging, just kill me instead.

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