Now I need you to dig me up again.
It's painful to have these splinters inside.
I feel them piercing when I breathe.
With every sigh, they move in deep.
So I need you to come and dig me up,
And dig deep and dig hard.
Take away whatever you need
Just dig out these splinters, before,
To Death I bleed.
( You get it right? That moment when you start feeling it's too much, when your thoughts start torturing you from the inside and you just want someone to come and release you from their hold. Someone with who you could just let it all go... everything you've been keeping inside.)
YOU ARE READING
Burning.
Poetry..For anyone who's suffering out there, fighting with your own set of demons. ( you're not alone, you know.) Dedicated to one of my closest friends, H.
