Over the hills my smile goes.
Waving to Me like I should give chase,
I start running but only make it so far.
My legs are stuck ,
Shackles on my ankles my head becomes immersed.
I can't breath,
This isn't a blessing nor a curse.
I feel weaker and I start to fall down ,
Below the fish below the shit.
I know I was supposed to be strong enough but please forgive me I took the easy way out.
The slits on my wrist or the thoughts running through my mind.
None of it's changed , even when you entered my life.
There's no use to fight. My reason is standing on the shore, laughing at me telling me more, more.
It's funny how I think there's two sides to me.
Every story has a start and every story has an ending.
Mine was abrupt but I'm susceptible to it all. I can't fear the pain it's taken me out of the game.
Hands over my eyes the bubbles have ceased.
My heart no longer beats.
I never thought I would but I admitted defeat.
YOU ARE READING
Diary
PoetryEverything I cannot say to people , I write. Some of the happiest people hide behind a dangerous mind.
