i'm not sure anymore.
the life i'm living isn't worth living.
this useless body of mine is not worth anything.
not a single more grain of rice,
not another drop of water,
not another breath of oxygen,
nor the taste of the vegetables grown and the meat cooked.
yet why is it i'm still here?
the small hesitation of dying still resides in me.
i don't want to live,
i'm so keen on dying,
yet what is it that's bringing me away from actually doing it?
damn that small light.
so for now, i guess i'll wait.
wait until that small light inside of me flickers away.
wait until that hope is no more.
wait until that will to live dies,
so i can finally die with it
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...
