I’m going crazy.
Ended up on the ground,
Feeling wasted —
But completely sober,
Thinking about the past.
Down my throat,
In my veins,
Scarring thoughts of razors.
Feels like I'm on fire —
Chemicals will bring me home.
Dreaming of an early grave,
If only they knew.
Tears stain my cheeks,
I look weak.
My guilt could fill the sea.
I’m not afraid of dying,
Walking through the silence,
Waiting for the sirens.
Unchain me, please —
Too many unspoken words.
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Author:
Jodie (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 26th, 2025 16:42
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
This poem has a feeling of desperation and depression. It is dark and sad. Well written
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