Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2016
Close your eyes,
What do you see?
Nothing, blackness,
The dark inside me.

The pitch black hole,
Inside of your soul,
Is filled with prescriptions,
They say will make you whole.

You stop eating,
You stop feeling,
You stop sleeping,
You start drinking.

All to make the pain fade,
To feel alive for another day,
Tell yourself you'll survive,
Nothing heals wounds like time.

But it's all a lie,
No matter how hard you try,
You can't live when you want to die,
Without wings you'll never fly.

You stare at the ceiling endlessly,
Try to dream,
But all you get is an ode to sleep.
Lost
Written by
Lost  Hell, Norway
(Hell, Norway)   
  738
   Neex, NV and LW
Please log in to view and add comments on poems