Am I dead?
I feel like I'm dead.
There's a constant buzzing in my head
Like sharp knives ripping my emotions out
Until I am numb
I feel nothing
I care about nothing
It's hot in my room
I think I want to die
I'm ready
I'm ready to go
Let
Me
Jump
Allow me to be selfish
I don't know who to trust
God's word has suddenly become blurry
The Devil won't stop screaming in my ears
I can't hear either of them
It feels like Hell under my
Blankets.
YOU ARE READING
A little bit dead
PoetryPoems I write. They help me deal with my suicidal tendencies and my insecurities. Please take caution when venturing into the depths of my insanity.
