I hear the chilling rush of wind,
Within the darkness of my mind,
Shadows cast upon the walls,
Sadness in my heart entwined,
Living in my own insanity,
While coming closer every day,
With this fate bestowed upon me,
Death is the only way,
A cutting knife up to my throat,
Feel the ice cold blade against my skin,
Iv'e now begun to realize,
In this life I'll never win,
Breathing heavily- faster, faster,
Will I have the nerve?
I'm sick and tired of all the pain,
In thislife I don't deserve,
A sharp pain now- I'm gasping for air,
A a light begins to show,
As I'm wishing I didn't take my life,
But I guess I'll never know.
this poem was written a few months ago. i was born with clinical depression and my poetry comes from the heart, please dont look at this as just some typical teenage poem. please check out my other poems in my questions. id really appreciate some comments :].
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