Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2023
What's it like to die but still breathe,
To walk, talk, live, while being dead underneath.

I want to die but physically I'm here,
I'm alone in this feeling, I fear.

Sure, others feel the same,
But no one close by can share my shame.

Let me go, free to die,
Let me go, stop chasing the ghost tide.
Broken Pieces
Written by
Broken Pieces  17/F/Looking for homeπŸ›£οΈ
(17/F/Looking for homeπŸ›£οΈ)   
1.0k
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems