I'm raw, I'm an open wound.
I can't breathe and I don't know what to do.
I'm in a dark place, surrounded by pain and screams and dying souls. I'm drowning in an endless pit.
I can't see and I don't know what to do.
I feel like every day pushes me deeper, stabs me further, makes me weaker.
Every day I want to cry, I want to scream and fight.
But all that comes out is a tearless cry, empty like my mind.
I have no tears, no connection to reality.
But inside of me, they rage, my fears, lusting to cloud my clarity.
And I'm bleeding, I'm sobbing on the floor.
My open wound is screaming, pleading for 'no more'.
But I can't crawl to safety, can only weep and shout.
So all that I do lately, is press my finger to my mouth.
I press them to my heart and soul and to my broken mind.
Hoping that I'm healing, tomorrow or tonight.
But theres no end in sight, my will, it is not strong.
The blood flows on and on and I lay here to die.
So the only thing that I can do, is to hold this wound together.
Hoping that one day, it will heal forever.
This is very different from what I usually write and still it feels like the same.
I'm usually very bad at poetry but this just came to me, flowed out of my pen(it's still very messy tho).
I don't feel like I was able to express all my emotions in this piece but it definitely helped.
I've been feeling quite lost and like an open bleeding wound, so I was in desperate need for some therapy writing.
