Sad Poems

Gasoline

I'm done.

I'm done fighting.

I'm tired of fighting this pain.

I've won a few battles.

But I lost the war.

I hate...

Damn, what don't I hate?

I hate everything there is to hate about me.

It's all I've known for years.

I'm going to give in.

There's nothing you or anyone else could have done.

You can't save someone who's already dead inside.

People have to want to be saved.

I never did.

I used to think that I was strong.

That I could fight this.

That I could fight the demons in my head.

I couldn't.

I can't stop the thoughts from coursing through my brain.

I can't stop the dreams of ripping my skin to shreds.

I can't stop the dreams of bleeding out.

I can't stop the dreams of death.

I was never strong.

I was always destined to burn.

Like a book doused in gasoline

I was always going to burn.

I was always going to die.