1 Feb 2015
I'm scared and alone.
Not a place or a person to call home.
Dark swirls dancing in my brain.
Taking over and running down my face like the rain.
Why so much pain and hate?
There no real reason people have to be this way.
It's about money.
Power.
I have a horrible deadly impulse to jump from the top of a tower.
When the breath leaves my body I won't have to struggle anymore.
Maybe I'll go by bleeding all my blood onto the white tiled floor.
My personal favourite is the bridge.
Cold air whipping around your face,reflection staring back at you a second before you hit the water as cold as a fridge.
When the pain comes and goes the water will muffle the scream.
I think it's good because then nobody will know I'm gone until they pull me lifeless from the stream.
Don't let me do it.
Please just stay.
YOU ARE READING
The recollection of my misunderstood thoughts.
PoetryLife's a struggle and it's hard. There's nothing you can do. Just get trough it. I hate my life. There's nothing new. But when the sun is out and the sky is void of clouds you can't help but feel a smile is overdue
