The stillness amuses me
The stopping of time
A moment of your own-
on your own.
Trapped within the white walls
Of a place for the sick
A place for the sick?
I already died.
I killed myself inside-
A long time ago.
The pretty red liquid flows
Invisible to the eye
I killed myself inside.
Tempted but scared
To pick the last petal
Of the bleeding rose.
So I looked for other flowers
To preoccupy my mind
"Think happy thoughts"
Is what they say
As I greedily and desperately gasped for air
And wished for the numbing sensation to subside.
All I want is an escape
To never think at all
Think of happy thoughts, you say?
The happy thoughts were my downfall.
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
The stillness amuses me
The stopping of time
A moment of your own-
on your own.
Trapped within the white walls
Of a place for the sick
A place for the sick?
I already died.
I killed myself inside-
A long time ago.
The pretty red liquid flows
Invisible to the eye
I killed myself inside.
Tempted but scared
To pick the last petal
Of the bleeding rose.
So I looked for other flowers
To preoccupy my mind
"Think happy thoughts"
Is what they say
As I greedily and desperately gasped for air
And wished for the numbing sensation to subside.
All I want is an escape
To never think at all
Think of happy thoughts, you say?
The happy thoughts were my downfall.
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