@RustAndGold in regards to your poem Breathe
Your destruction, your pain.
Don't you recognize that it's everything that makes you exquisite?
It's as divine as tragic.
Close your eyes, don't panic.
Let the water fill your throat, choke.
Once you do, once you let your heart deny itself.
Breathing will become overrated.
For you'll be calm, drowning...
Knowing.
That as your heart takes it's last pump.
Your soul will be freed. You'll be at peace. Finally.
~The voice that told you to jump
YOU ARE READING
I'm Being Happy
PoetryThe screams will be slient, but blood bleeds loud. Blow your brains out.
