I can feel the pain
It pounds to be let in
Seeping like the rain
This is how it begins
Should I fight?
Should I let go?
Should I even try?
Don't I want to die?
This has been the lie
That my mind has been
Trying to conceal me with
Inside death's icy grip
I'm falling
It is too slippery to stand
No one is offering their hand
No one is able to understand
Why I'm sobbing on the floor
I can't do it anymore
And so, I close the door
The capability of anyone
Ever opening it to save me
I can no longer be saved
By just anyone.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Idiosyncrasies of an Introvert
Poesía{COMPLETE} Poetry from the ill mind ❝Her heart is played like well worn strings In her eyes the sadness sings Of one who was destined for better things.❞ © Lang Leav
