Roaming to Death

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I walk on this earth
with no purpose whatsoever.
I learned to trust almost no one.
some people come all always go
I have no destination
so what must I do?
I make no choices they make me.
I burn in the fire of self hatred
I'm roaming to death
Praying he will find me.
Alongside a busy road he spares me
atop a building he pulls me back.
when the pills are swallowed
They all rush back up.
I bang on his door every turn I go.
Every knob is locked shut.
Life is calling you and you must stay.
I am dumbfounded and exhausted
What must I do?
I walk on this earth
with no purpose whatsoever.
Everyone leaves and I am stranded
Struggling in this gray fog
That is supposed to be my safe place.
I have no path; I am stranded.
I drown in a sea of utter regret
I'm roaming to death
Hoping I will find him
Near a river I am pulled to safety
After a car wreck I am revived
Before the knife plunges in I am stopped.
I beg at his windows please take me in.
Life is where you need to be
I cannot allow you to pass.
I lose what I had left of myself long ago.
So I believe I am nothing to everyone
And i have found my reasoning
I am here accidentally taking up space
Doing what everyone has told me to do
Roaming to death.
 

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