At times I forget to breathe
My oxygen getting lost
Amidst the chaotic flames
Of my mind's harmonies
Or at times I don't want to breathe
The oxygen burning my throat
Like wildfire spreading in dry forests
With my thoughts like gasoline
Sometimes I crawl
Within myself
Treading every inch
To discover the truth
What is it that hides?
Actually, behind these broken lines
My movements range from careful to reckless
But my motivations remain the same
Eat yourself up and never stop
Until ashes is all that remains
I never realized what I am doing
In the never-ending search for the culprit
All I am doing is just killing
Killing my heart
Killing my soul
Killing my mind
Killing every reason to call this place a home
At times I don't want to exist
No, I don't want to exist anytime
Even if I am oblivious
To what comes after death
Whether it is sweet heaven
Or ominous hell
Or maybe it's a forever
Of getting lost in a void
But I don't care
I don't care what it is
Till I really get to go cause
Anywhere would work
Except here
Anyone would work
Except myself
Any way would work
Except living.
YOU ARE READING
Withering petals of my hurting heart
PoetryA collection of poems that I wrote when my whole existence felt like a joke and I felt shackled by my own demons.
