. . .
Close-
Close in on me.
The walls-
No,
Stop.
Help-
The lights-
Why are they off?
No,
Stop.
The silence-
The silence is too loud,
Shut it off.
No,
Stop.
The air,
It's so dense all of the sudden,
Could I stop breathing-
No,
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
No...
The will-
The will to live,
Where has it gone?
No...
Just-
But happiness?
Come back-
Close-
Close in on me.
Just-
No.
Just-
Stop.
School tomorrow-
I still have to show up,
It's useless, what if I-
No.
That rag-
That rag in the cupboard,
Could suffocate me if I tried-
Help-
No.
Stop.
Friends?
Friends, where are you guys,
Would you even care if you didn't see me in the morning-
No,
Stop.
What if my writing-
If my suicide note is illegible,
How are they gonna know why?-
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
Stop.
Poetry-
Could they read those and figure it out,
I can only put so much into words-
Help-
No,
Stop,
No-
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Blind Poets
PoetryPoetry for those who find both comfort and discomfort in the dark. - Em Instagram: @em.g_4 WARNING This book includes references to sensitive topics such as suicide, depression, struggles with mental health and so on.
