drowning, running out of breath,
never have i experienced something so harsh.
it's brutal-
how life goes
and it's mercy-
how death comes.
what's the point
of running away
of something that
will find you anyway?
i'd feel out of place,
maybe unable to fit in,
for i think about the end
just a little bit too much.
and now i'm almost there,
the world collapsing upon my head
and i spent my life
saving everyone else
that i forgot to
save myself.
YOU ARE READING
Delirious
Poetry"he pretended to love the poetess who fell in love with him, broke her heart, and became the centerpiece of all her poems."
