This pain, it just won't end,
Long days and endless nights
Are growing old, as is my time.
Sinking below sea level,
Drowning in that neverending blue.
At the same time, burning in my
Own personal Hell.
It doesn't end.
On my hands and knees I pray
The silence remains.
My mouth opens to scream,
But no words prevail.
They come out in a whisper
With no one to hear.
Still Sinking.
Still Burning.
No one listening.
I take my time
With the sharp blade of the knife.
Far from home.
With nowhere to go.
No one to turn to.
Wishing it was my time,
Hoping for another chance.
Never enough.
Still Sinking.
Still Burning.
No one listening.
Trying to break through barriers,
And tearing down walls
To rebuild them around my
Sewn shut heart.
Loving.
Caring.
Living.
Not in my vocabulary.
Screaming silently.
Glistening blades.
Still SInking.
Still Burning.
No one caring.
Hating myself
For everything I've done.
I die everyday,
And I cry every night.
In this deep hue of blue
And in the fiery pits of Hell,
I shall remain.
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Neverending Nights *Completed*
PoetryStarting a new book of poems. Some of them may not be suitable for some readers. Almost all of them are based on true life events.
