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I'm in my bed, And its 2am. Once again I'm awake. How many nights Must I see new day? This is slowly killing me. I don't know, What should I do? The thought Of blades, And pills, And endless sleep. Haunts my weary eyes. How much longer Can I survive? I don't want to die Or life this life. I just want to feel free, I just want to feel. Something that's not... Nothing... I want to swallow, Every pill I see. And use my blade, In my draw, To let blood spill. All of the thoughts are true. Nothing is made up. This is what I think at night! And it scares me all the time! I need help. But I'm scarred to get it. I just feel so lost. With a sign telling me where to go right in my face. But I just can't read it...
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Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 9:30 AM UTC
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I'm in my bed, And its 2am. Once again I'm awake. How many nights Must I see new day? This is slowly killing me. I don't know, What should I do? The thought Of blades, And pills, And endless sleep. Haunts my weary eyes. How much longer Can I survive? I don't want to die Or life this life. I just want to feel free, I just want to feel. Something that's not... Nothing... I want to swallow, Every pill I see. And use my blade, In my draw, To let blood spill. All of the thoughts are true. Nothing is made up. This is what I think at night! And it scares me all the time! I need help. But I'm scarred to get it. I just feel so lost. With a sign telling me where to go right in my face. But I just can't read it...
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Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 9:30 AM UTC
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