Sometimes
I think about dying
I'm too tired to try to do it on my own
Too many people that I'd burden
So instead I day dream and even hope a little
That someone
Will save me
From the noise in my head
This noise is what wakes me up far too early
And never lets me fall asleep
It creates the anxiety
It conjures the emptiness
Composes loneliness
Whispers darkness
My brain it shuts down
My emotions decay
These days I'm a zombie
And I'm losing the will to turn back human
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Desolation boy 3 - help me
PoetryThis one is for the ones who don't feel like they exist. And the ones who never get a break from pain. All poems are from my head, heart, soul and personal experiences 🛑TRIGGER WARNING🛑
