Writings From The Unknown13

Slowly Dying...

no words for the unspoken minutes

writings from the unknown

presence unwanted

appearance with no image and silence in the dark

numb,

voiceless,

and silence in the dark

numb,

voiceless, and lifeless

neck cut,

bleeding, and unalive

swollen,

breathless, and worthless

im left out...

my opinions dont exist and my rights are lost

writings found,

and silence unnoticed

survival is unappealing,

and death is my solution

crying myself to sleep...

one by one,

each tear leads one step closer to my death...

IM SLOWLY DYING...