--The Calling--
Even through my feet are stuck on a dry surface,
I'm drowning,
My arms are rising and my hands are tightening a grip around my bare neck,
Thick blood warms in my chest and blocks the heart,
Even though this is not happening,
I still feel it,
A rope knot is too strong for a last breath,
So a tie a knot on my shoe lace,
A sliver knife only stings,
It's only enough for scars,
Pills start to swallow my throat,
The mind says yes but the heart feels no,
Pillows disappears like clouds,
Six ways to end it all,
Forever sounds nice but never is different,
So the body listen and rejects.
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The Fearless Words
PoetryThe Fearless Words is poems that are based on reality and fantasy, they can be viewed in many different ways from each person who reads them. Some of the poems will change your view in parts of life, some will knock sense in you, some will make you...
