I am a living dead
Alone in a darkest place
Lying on my death bed
My mind is out of space
I just want to be beheaded
Suffering is not a thing to embrace
I always have these tears-unshed
My memory has too many thoughts to erase.
They tell me to fight instead,
But death is chasing me with no disgrace
There's so many chapters of mine, unread
But the world wanted me to be replaced.
YOU ARE READING
Just So You Know
PoetryFeelings turned into poetry. This book is composed of poems written by an eighteen year old aspiring writer... Just so you know.
