Weak.
My body is filled with poison.
I can't breathe!
Exhausted,
I feel my soul slowly leave.
I grab onto nothing
And collapse onto the cold floor.
Saying goodbye to this cruel world.
Hello Death
Take me away.
If you can't,
Then promise me that I will be okay.
I have gone insane
And I have nothing to live for.
I can't take the pain anymore.
My name means "Resurrection"
But can I resurrect from this pain?
My downfall is that I hold onto the past.
Can I let go?
I haven't had the time to heal
And I feel way too much at once.
I want someone to peel off my scars.
And see a better version of me.
But it is too late, I guess.
Unless you give me a second chance
And not take my soul.
Then I will try to recover.
I hear voices and sounds of people who care.
But do I leave this Earth or do I stay?
Beep! Beep! Beep!
I guess I am going to stay.
Until my time has truly come.
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The Demon's Feast
PoetryThese are my pieces, some bad experiences in life written. Excuse me for making you cry, that was my intention. I hope these pieces not only make you cry, but help you through the tough times in your life . TW : abuse, sexual harassment, drugs, ment...
