Days like these I feel incomplete.
And every second I'm living,
Another piece of me falls.
I feel like I'm deteriorating into
Nothingness.
I fade away into the dark hole
Of all the Misery and despair in
This world.
Days like these I must remember
The promise I made.
When mine and my mother's
pinky Locked I told her,
" I will not steal a knife from the
Kitchen.
I won't swallow pills I should
not. I will not drown myself in
The bathtub. I will not stuff my
Face into a pillow. I will not
Jump off a roof. I will stay with
You forever."
Days like these I will always hold
On to,
So I can remember my promise.
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Drowned By the Ashes
PoetryI don't remember when I started drowning. I was probably just born in the water. *TRIGGER WARNING!!!* My earliest poetry that evolved as time went by.
