It's easier to not feel anything
My days begin and end in a split second
My mind drowning in words I can't seem to write
Thoughts I can't seem to make sense of.
It would be easier to not think at all
And yet my mind travels to places I will never fathom
Thoughts spilling over in my mind
An overturned jar of darkness, broken.
It would be easier to be alone
Their voices repeating over and over
Words echoing through my mind
Cover my ears and drown them out.
It would be easier to end it all
My fingers reaching for blades I will never use
Hands drifting to pills I will never take
Heart clenching and mind aching
So afraid of emptiness.
YOU ARE READING
Sad souls
PoetryIn this inconsistent world, the only thing keeping me sane are these words I pen on paper •---•---•---•---•---• Poem and prose
