Laying on the cold ground
Getting yelled at to get up
Not being able to move
Pain stabbing through your body
Coldness rushing through
Peace blankets you
As you are slowly pulled down
Pulled into darkness
Your eyes close
Breathing gets slow and shallow
Your heartbeat weak
Getting pulled farther down
Down into the darkness
The darkness we call death
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
An Ended Life
PuisiJust a bunch of poems that I have written over the years during the times when I was severely depressed. Most are sad but there are a few happier ones.
