The air is thick
This room so small
My world is black
I can’t remember the fall
I’m struggling to breathe
My eyes water and sting
Something’s ripping at my insides
And making my ears ring
I’m sitting here
Struggling to breath
Wishing I had the guts
To end this misery
I can’t stop and yet I can’t start
I’m crying my bloody sobbing tears
Screaming out my pain
Consumed by all of my fears
I’ve never before wanted so badly to die
The walls are slowly suffocating me
I can feel the ground collapsing
While In front of me sits my knife, waiting for me to fail
I turn away
Ignore the pain
But how long can this last?
I ache
I bleed
I cry
I plead
My god is this it?
The walls are falling
My knife is shining
The devil’s calling
This is the end
This is me dying
And I will not pretend
I know I will die alone
I am alone
FUCK
I’m so very alone
Author notes
Talking Back Sunday X Panic! At The Disco
Option 3: Word bank
Word Bank 3:
-Alone
A contest entry
- Do You Have What It Takes ? by just weak hands.
800 points, ended December 12, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
-
Wow. This is amazing... Excellent flow and has so much feeling behind it...
~Lae


-
-
aw thank you
-
-
Oh honey, this is great! I love the flow of this, the sense of desperation running through it. Brilliant!


-
-
Aww
thank you so much. Your very kind, I appreciate it
thanks.
-



