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here i am sifting through images in my head again, and i’m still not really sure which ones are from now and which ones are from then. all i know is that time has lost meaning, and i don’t have the energy to fight. i still feel you on top of me most nights. i’m sorry. i’m so sorry, and i don’t really know for what, i guess i was praying those words would make you stop? but those prayers went unanswered i wasn’t strong enough to push you off. and that was the night that i lost god. as a kid i used to pray before going to bed, but ever since god left me, i’ve been writing and rewriting suicide notes in my head. its ironic because they sound much like a prayer god, please take me home i don’t want to be here.
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Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 1:59 PM UTC
4.7.17
here i am sifting through images in my head again, and i’m still not really sure which ones are from now and which ones are from then. all i know is that time has lost meaning, and i don’t have the energy to fight. i still feel you on top of me most nights. i’m sorry. i’m so sorry, and i don’t really know for what, i guess i was praying those words would make you stop? but those prayers went unanswered i wasn’t strong enough to push you off. and that was the night that i lost god. as a kid i used to pray before going to bed, but ever since god left me, i’ve been writing and rewriting suicide notes in my head. its ironic because they sound much like a prayer god, please take me home i don’t want to be here.
alex-berthelot
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Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 1:59 PM UTC
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