I'm digging my own grave
Sadness I can't save
Draining of all colour like putting ink over an abstract painting
Everyone leaves in the end
I'll add you to the list
I don't self harm in the context of
Marks on my wrist
But instead getting rid of everyone in my life who has emotional leverage
I know you're tired of me
You don't have to say it
It's already there
Like carbon monoxide
Diffused into the air
am I okay?
Good question
No
I'm not
I never am
Never
Never
Never
Never
Only two of 10000 asked that question though
So I'll grab the shovel
I'll dig some more
I'll writhe in my own self hatred and pain
Are you enjoying the show?
I'm just a bit done right now :)
YOU ARE READING
Original Poems
PoetryPoems I write in my notebook. They aren't brilliant but they're not bad either, hope you like them. Sneak peek: "Blood dripping from a Rose, Is like seeing an angel cry, It's unholy, never to be seen, It's heart has bled dry." All original, no copy...
