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Jul 2012
Can’t even breathe
Tripping
Falling
So far down
Sinking now
Six feet under the ground
Shouting
Can’t hear a thing
Deaf to the cries for help
Deaf to the pleas for sanity
Pinch me I’m dreaming
Can’t feel a thing
Numb to the hurt
Numb to the
Cold shoulder
That I’ve turned on the world
Your voice in the back of my mind
Pushing me closer to the edge
Of the knife
Sharpened to a point
Aimed to ****
Ready to cut
Through the tension in the air
Free falling
I’m calling
Out
No service
Just count me
Out
For this round
And round we go
Who’s right anymore?
We don’t even know
I just wanna go
Far away
On an airplane
To a new place
With a new take
On life
Come help me out
Of this hole I’ve dug
Myself into
So far down
Reaching out
Hold me now
Can’t see the stars
Or the hope they bring
Me back
To the way things were
To the way things ought to be
When it seemed like life
Was lived more simply
I’m starving for air
Can’t even think
Suffocating under the pressure
To be
Everything
To carry the weight
Of the world on my back
Turning a blind eye
To the sense I’m losing
Wishing on the stars I’m seeing
Spinning round my head
To grant me strength
To take one last breath
And lift my head
To scream out shamelessly
As I pass into
Infinity.
Experimental Habits
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Experimental Habits
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   ---, --- and Sa Sa Ra
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