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Jun 2018
I always find myself at the edge of a cliff
Wondering how will I keep on going
How will I endure this war
If I am not ready to fight

I see myself isolated in a room
Taking notes on how to survive
As I see myself on the mirror
I see a demon waiting for me to die

I hear voices in my head
Where they smell fear in me
I can feel their claws running down my skin
As they are ready to take my soul

Their tails are as sharp as a double-edged blade
Ready to stab me through the heart
I don't know if I'm willing to trust myself if I will live
My entire life's on the line

I'm praying that nothing happens to me
My friends
My family
And to my beloved

Sleepless nights conquer me
I try to find answers around me
But I can't find any
I've wasted every second

I don't what to do anymore
Maybe I'm ready to die
I just don't know when
I'm full of doubts
I'm just lost... No questions asked
Matthew Chen
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Matthew Chen  Far From Somewhere
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