Behold the death of my sanity
As I am falling in this hole
Of symmetry and irony
A metaphore of my soul
Emprisoned by the voices
In my very heavy head
By the choices
That I have nervously said
I present to you my only will
To end this misery
And as I sit still
I feel quite simply empty
Dramatically angry
At my explicit desires
Lonely and tired
I am but alive
And as the clock tics
With barely anymore time
I start to feel sick
Of being timed
Of wanting to die.
YOU ARE READING
Lonely souls
PoetryPoems written about the sufferance of having to live with mental health issues.
