The waters have reached my neck now.
I should probably give up all hope.
My throat is parched and dry now.
You should've heard my wails.
My head pounds
As everything slowly fades.
This isn't easy.
But you can't hear me.
Listen to my voice,
My cries that fill this empty space,
My shouts that long to be heard.
My hands are numb now.
My strength eventually has no use.
Alas!
Maybe I should scream out once more.
Curse all those who hate me without cause,
Those that made fun of my flaws,
And say a last goodbye
To all those I pushed away.
My breath gives out,
As it all pours away.
All the memories of me crying,
The tight hugs and few laughs...
All of them don't matter now.
Cause just as I'd thought
I'm all alone,
And I'm dying.
So as I breathe my last,
I pray that all those like me,
May have better memories than me.
If not for them,
Then, maybe, for me.
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Fragments Of A Broken Mind
PoetryJust a collaboration of all my poetry. They're all pretty sad, though. So, if you're looking for something to cheer you up, this ain't it. Don't forget to leave your feedback :)) And vote, please. Helps me know you liked it. And I'm kinda insecure...
