The salty stream of pain streaks across my face
And my mind lost in an ashen haze,
I yearn for an understanding gaze,
But the world is lost in their own maze.
Standing on the ledge of annihilation; screaming give me a reason
Was a child of the summer, my soul used to shimmer.
The morning daylight that once made my heart flutter,
Now charrs my back to the colours of dying embers.
Standing on the ledge of annihilation ; screaming give me a reason
I used to finger paint the world with vibrant hues.
This sadness, silent but wailing for rescue,
And its underpainting has dappled me blue.
Standing on the ledge of annihilation; screaming give me a reason
My heart is tired of flooding blood to this prison.
The cuts now bleed crimson.
My own thoughts have committed treason.
Standing on the ledge of annihilation; screaming give me a reason
Trigger Warning: Suicide, Self Harm
This poem dives into the themes of existential crisis how one transitions from a playful child to one who sees no colour in the world. The last line of every stanza is the person asking is there any point of living itself