I'm cold and I'm vacant.
My lungs aren't breathing.
My mind is a vagrant.
The voices aren't leaving.
There's no more saving.
My wrists are bleeding.
It started as a craving.
The obsession is pleading.
The sound of relentless raving.
Hope is quickly fleeting.
No pain no gain.
But I want to lose.
If I can't be sane.
Then what's the use.
I stand in the rain.
To find a muse.
To my disdain.
I am my own abuse.
Trapped by a personal bane.
A clever little ruse.
The worlds not so plain.
Its a multitude of hues.
Where my head has lain.
There's but a bruise.
Crimson fills my sight.
The light fades away.
No energy left to fight.
It all ends this fateful day.
There is no wrong or right.
There is a price to pay.
My chest feels tight.
I can no longer stay.
I'd make a promise if I could.
But it would only be a lie.
There is no good.
In this last goodbye.
- Author: Tweebtaztic ( Offline)
- Published: March 17th, 2017 02:51
- Category: Sad
- Views: 33
- Users favorite of this poem: lostinthoughts, alisha
Comments1
Sad indeed.
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