Help.
This swirling vortex
Won't seem to end
I'm drowning
No no
Not again
Take me to therapy
Give me a pill
Not too strong
Just enough to numb
Fire consumes my flesh
As I sink further into this mess
Help
The water is my lungs
The room
It floods
With memories
Of the time
I wasn't loved
I want then to stop
Help me
Give me your love
Your heart
Please dear
Don't go
Help me
Help me
Help
YOU ARE READING
THE DEATH OF ME
PoetryPoetry about my dark, twisted past. Warning: This collection of poems contain topics such as: self harm, suicide, and self hate. Do not read if you are easily triggered by such things. If you are triggered easily, please try one of my other stories...
