I wake up in the morning
Only looking forward to
Going back to bedI wake up with guilt
When I look to my wrists
Which are always strained redI wake up disappointed
Because I've always wanted
This time to be the last I bledI wake up in pain
When I touch my face and
Feel the tears I've shedI wake up....
But what if I don't want to?
What if I just want to stay dead.
YOU ARE READING
Silently Screaming
PoetryWe are the masters of the unsaid words, but the slaves of those we let slip.