I know everyone hurts.
You're hurting, she's hurting.
But sometimes I just can't focus on anyone but myself.
I can't help you get through your pain
if I haven't dealt with mine.
Sometimes it just comes.
These feelings I've held back, they rush out.
I haven't felt this in months,
maybe less, I know how I am.
But I thought I was done with this,
this crying for nothing,
listening to that playlist,
hiding away writing about my stupid feelings
while everyone looks for me because I'm not working hard enough.
But apparently it never goes.
I need to stop.
But I can't.
I thought I was better,
guess I'm not,
guess I never knew myself that well.
I never finish what I start.
All those abandoned people, their stories,
I don't have time for them.
I don't have the patience for them.
What's the point?
Yes, I'm coming.
I'll be back, I know I have to be.
I just… need a moment.
If I just ended it all -
but I couldn't.
I can't.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of Death
Poetry"You kept saying that you would never die, that you would live forever. But here you are, and here I am. Isn't it funny? I'm here to take your soul. Did I mention, I love my job? Oh right! I never told you. I'm the reaper who will reap your life." B...
