I'm on a carousel and my head is whirling too fast
I can't focus on who to be
What to feel
I'm emotionally shot
Sick
Dead
And so cold
Why do I get so cold when the unbearable emptiness sets in?
Or maybe it's the scratch I gave myself a couple days ago
I hope it's infected
I hope it's spreading
I hope I die
I want to kiss death
I think it'll be the moment I finally feel at peace
Then I'll dance away in deaths arms
He'll caress me and show me the beauty of the afterlife
I won't feel cold and empty
I won't feel like I'm attached to strings like a puppet
I won't feel crazy
I won't feel lost
I'll be at peace
I don't know if anyone can convince me that death isn't less beautiful than life.
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Desolation boy 3 - help me
PoetryThis one is for the ones who don't feel like they exist. And the ones who never get a break from pain. All poems are from my head, heart, soul and personal experiences 🛑TRIGGER WARNING🛑