i'm trying
it's not like i'm not trying.
but at the same time
i'm drowning and i'm crying
and i'm screaming that i'm dying...
all you want to do is blame me.
all i want to do is break free.
i'm floating away in an turbulent ocean
i'm lost.
my heart seems to be stuck and without any motion
in frost.
i'm nothing, no one, all alone
the pain i feel is all my own.
i make my body waste away
my happiness will never stay
i get colder every day
sins i can't afford to pay.
if you're going to make me fight the devil,
you could at least make the playing field level.
but, no, i guess it's an uphill climb
i'm not so sure i have much time.
i don't have much stamina left
just let me lie for my final rest.
if life is a test and death is the cost,
i'll pay my price because i've lost.
YOU ARE READING
sad boi hours
Poetry~Trigger Warning: these poems contain somewhat graphic descriptions of mental health, s3lf-h@rm, e@ting d!sorders, su!cide and other topics that could potentially be upsetting. Poetry is one of my coping skills and a positive release for my emotion...
