If I kill myself, Am I weak then?
If I tell you I died long ago, Am I creeping you out?
No this isn't any paranormal show.
I'm a real life zombie,
Fighting everyday in this straight 18 years to live; I breathe because I'm waiting that someone may save me--
from myself.
18 Long years of suffering,
Am I still weak If I choose to end it?
Sorry, I am not you.
I don't have plans and future ahead of me like you do.
And no one knows what's right or wrong,
Because. . .
(I can't. I'm tired. I'm sorry)
YOU ARE READING
The Darkness That Conquers Me
PoetrySome people may not understand the content and some may relate. I want people to know that this is common and might eat you alive. They say when you know you're being a victim, seek help. But it's not everytime that people will help people.
