Baby,
I'm drowning again...
And I don't know how to breath.
I don't know how to keep going,
Everything is piling up on me,
And the only comfort I can find is in this blade.
The only relief I get is through these markings upon my thighs.
The blood that starts to bubble out,
Gets heavy and starts to become streams that run down my leg.
Not being able to control the urges,
The thought of losing you has pushed me over edge.
The distance I'm feeling,
Is like a rerun.
Babe,
Dont leave me like this,
Cause everyone else did.
I come to you,
Asking for reassurance and all I get Is the "Okay."
I don't know how I'm going to survive this rerun though.
I'm tired of not being good enough.
Ive tried so hard...
And yet I keep failing.
YOU ARE READING
Short Poems
PoetryWritten: October 23, 2017 By: Jessica Thompson Short poems put together through time December 19, 2016 to current days. So please enjoy, they are my thoughts, and feelings, and everything.
