I feel as though my heart is being eaten by SNAKES
With every breath another stab the fang TAKES
When you promise yourself the blood shan't RUN
You ask yourself, 'what's to live for, where's the FUN?
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If you cannot guess, the 'disease' = clinical depression.
The poem is about a relationship that broke down because of my selfish behaviour.
It's slightly autobiographical.
As the first line shows, I was very 'emotional' while writing this piece, so it kinda sucks lol.
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It is as if there is no reason for me existing
Everyone would be happier if I were to die.
Why on Earth do I keep on persisting?
I need to rest my head upon this bed; lie,
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An Attempt At A Shakesperian Sonnet About Existiential Angst;
I feel as though my heart is being eaten by SNAKES
With every breath another stab the fang TAKES
When you promise yourself the blood shan't RUN
You ask yourself, 'what's to live for, where's the FUN?
What is the point in this meaningless life? '
She turns inwards, onto me, and asks, with bated breath,
'Can you... can you.. take this KNIFE? I have nothing LEFT.'
And in blood wash away the pain
until this feeling revisits us again.