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imanwrites
21/F/England Almost 22. Closer to death, hurray
i lay awake at night forced to allow them in my vulnerability is their invite they relish in my pain and in anger invade my thoughts when i try to evade my despair they commonly rest at day to be ready to try again at night a passenger in my own body unable to commit to my faith but is able to commit to death i have begged and pleaded for it to come so maybe they are answering my pleas, aiding me to poison they were disappointed when i failed twice. failure in everything they said i am they
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Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 8:16 PM UTC
depression
pain: an abstract noun abstract: existing only in mind pain is not tangible unable to be exposed but she tried to show us her woes in evidence of her ageing agony wore a disguise so happy no one was wise until she poured what we were told could **** down her throat to **** pain can be destructed she thought if there isn’t a soul for it to reside her name was may
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May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 7:03 PM UTC
may.