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Feb 2018
Today, I died.
I watched my self from far away
Watched myself burn and shrivel
And turn to ashes.

Today, I died.
I carved windows into my skin,
to see what it was like on the inside,
And poured my soul out.

Today, I died.
I sunk below the water,
Watched the bubbles arise
as my body thrashed and pleaded with me.

Today I ******* died.
I saw the real me,
I saw me for who I am
And that ***** deserves to ******* die.

Today, I died.
Because yesterday, you also saw me for me.
You saw who I’d become and said you didn’t love me anymore.
Said I deserved to die.

Today, I am dead.
I have washed the blood off my hands.
The smoke has left my lungs,
And the water has restored me.

Today, I am alive.
I wrote this on the bus home home after a horrible ******* day.
I think we all die a little inside on days like these.
Written by
Dev  19/F/Australia
(19/F/Australia)   
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