i keep asking in my prayers to be taken away from this life.
i'm too much of a coward to do it myself,
but i'd also be a coward if i did it.
i wouldn't mind being a coward,
being calles one is the least hurtful thing that would happen.
the problem is the fear i need to face.
not the fear of not waking up after,
but the fear of opening my eyes the next day,
realizing that i'm still in this shitty world full of shitty people.
YOU ARE READING
black, grey, and nothing in between
Poetryfor the thoughts that are in my head, the words stuck in my throat, and the stinging on my chest. a story of how my thoughts progressed, and how much i've changed through the times... hopefully written in english TW: mentions of d34th and 5u1c1d3 my...
