*VENT* - 29/11/2015 - 07:38 p.m.
tired of being cooped up in a hospital.
surrounded by people that deem me crazy , those who have lost their wits.
needles - sedation
questions with answers left out
I feel the urge coming but nothing to ease the urge.
stripped of everything ,
including my self-worth.
I don't know why I just didn't off with myself.
life isn't nice and niether are people.
no point.
breath wasted.
they tell me to close my mouth.
not wanting others to know about their anger.
hostility brews within as I spew my guts.
they threaten to kill me.
I believe they will.
I'm nearly dead already just a hollow shell of what I used to be.
my lungs can't move.
veins blown.
all I have are these voices.
and my blade.
slicing the skin back and forth like a saw.
it's my only peak of happiness.
I'm sorry ...
YOU ARE READING
writing dreams
Poetry*trigger warning* just a book of my bipolar thoughts and feelings {lower case is intentional through out the book} ~ Gabi xx
