dwindling destiny, my sanity is questioned,
desires confused with the will to die,
to live is to meet one more day
with the questions that haunt me.
breathing in and out, heart racing in my chest,
jittery and cold i lean into it's warmth
and let it take me under in it's blanket of harm.
when will i stop confusing the emotions?
and just say stop?
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This was nice and short.
the first line is very good.
this poem is good, but the idea seems cliche to me.
at least you let it get across in a fresh manner.

