I wish I could I knew what was happening.
I wish I knew why
I am thinking
This.
I know
Already,
That every moment I'm dying.
Every moment is a second closer,
To my demise.
Yet still
Every moment,
I'm crying.
Every moment,
I'm dying.
Wishing
For a
Wish
To wish
My troubles away.
Looking in the mirror
I see my battered soul.
From hours of crying,
Minutes of dying,
Drowning myself
In years of sadness.
Because every moment I'm crying.
Every moment I'm dying.
Every moment I'm wishing for a way
To cut myself
Out of this place.
Out of these feelings.
I just want to leave.
To go to sleep
And never wake up.
Jump off the cliff
And drown.
Happy days my folks! Hope you enjoyed this. I'm trying to get more poems out because camp is a week from tomorrow.
–Grey
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Tales of a Drowning Soul
PoéziaThese are poems that will be happy, sad, odd, and many other things. They might be long or they might be short. And most likely they will be free verse. Also, most of them are about feelings, thoughts, things I'm going through, etc. (Some mature...
