I awake from my not-so eternal slumber.
Looking down at the red liquid, i remember what I did.
I stand and turn.
What I see now is my cold, lifeless body in a blood filled bathtub.
What am I, a ghost?
No.
Im not awake,
Nor asleep.
Just a cold, lifeless body in a blood filled bathtub.
Nothing has changed.
That's what I've always been.
And now, that's what I will always be.
YOU ARE READING
Poem That I Wrote At 2 AM.
Poetry⚠WARNING⚠ This poem is about suicide so if you're not comfortable with that or you're having suicidal thoughts, maybe you shouldn't read it.