Sink or Fly?

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I torture myself everyday

The pain is overwhelming,

But I can't get it to go away.

I'm drowning,

I try to be strong like always,

But I think it makes it worse.

There's no takes backs or fingers crossed

No magic crystal to change fate

Just me, my choices, and memories;

The memories are most haunting:

Are they

Real or not real?

I have no one to ask

No one to turn to

The dreams feel like a knife,

But I don't want them to go

My heart is shattered

I'm losing myself

I'm slipping and have nothing to grasp at

I'm angry and depressed and isolated

I know the signs are there,

But I don't care

I'm falling.

The question now is: will I sink

Or fly?

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