a patchwork quilt of maybes and almosts ✓

alone

HI! This is my first poetry post, so I hope you like it... It's a lil depressing, but I started off with something less dark than my usual poetry :) lmk what you think...

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a vast plane of

blankness

the white noise

surrounds you

you're here

but not here

there

but not there

the silence is

suffocating

they're talking

but they

don't understand

what you're

saying

you're screaming

buried alive

under the emotions

you do not

belong

to this place

to this world

"what made you think,"

they ask after

"that hurting yourself

would heal you?"

"i didn't

think that

i only thought

of an escape

just for a moment

to close my eyes

and feel bliss

one time

just one time"

"the knife

will not bring you

peace"

"i know that now"

but you try again

and again

and in the end

you always end up

in the same

white

room

with the same

coat-clad

people

and they are there

flickering

on the edge of your

vision

on the edge of your

consciousness

but despite their words

and their pleas

you let the blood

fall

because

you are

alone