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Anger, hatred, sadness
It runs through my veins
I need to break the stream
I need to bleedbleedbleed  
But it doesn't save me
My own blood runs down the shower drain.
I'm spiralling. I know that.
But I don't want to stop.
I realise now,
I don't want to survive.
So, I'm letting go of solid ground.
Darkness, pull me down.
A veil over my eyes, I see nothing of value, only still forms and silent shells of forgotten life.
Am I insane?

Nothing is real here.
Why are you trying so hard?
You care and fuss until its inconvenient.

...I cant move...

Stop pushing me before I crumble,
or you'll come down too.
one day you'll find me or i'll find you
in the grey haze of meaningless days
and we will breathe in every broken sigh
and hold every shaking bone
and when i look into your eyes for the first time
i'll see colour
blinding colour
I should burn my world to ashes for trees to take root in.
I scream until my throat burns and melts and my body shatters into oblivion.
And then you hear me.
I'll wait for it.
The tips of my toes just barely skimming the sand.
I'll keep breathing,
When my eyes sting and my hair floats around my hands.
I'll watch it,
When the blue glitters and turns to foamy white
I want to feel it,
The aching need for something, anything, dark or light.
Let me feel it.
Let me feel life.

— The End —