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Mar 2017
I took a deep breathe
And counted to three
And picture a picture of who
they wanted me to be

They wanted me to be normal
Beautiful and confined
They never thought
That i would be blind

Not blind by meaning
Blind by in the heart
Blinded by the darkness
Blinded by dark

I walk around lifeless
My heart beat is dead
A walking corpse
I am lost in the head

Everything has no meaning
Well at least no more
I was not how i was,
How i was once before

I was one of the living
But now one of the dead
A part of me is missing
Im hanging on by a thread

I hung my head low
Took one final bow
I stepped off my edge
Said my final vow

“ I will not change who i am.
As hard as any of you try,
This is me giving up
This is my saying
goodbye….
Written by
Cheyanne Markley
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