Dead Poetic

Rookie (6/28/96 / Springfield)

Dead Inside - Poem by Dead Poetic

What happens when you feel dead inside?
Do curl up in a ball and hide?
Do you simply let the tears fall,
Or never cry at all?
Do you make some scars,
Tear some papers apart.
Look down from a cliff,
Shoulders and neck all stiff.
Do you cry out their name?
Hoping it would end, this game?
Do you think about suicide?
And then just let the thought abide,
Next to your bedside.
It sits there all night,
Watching you sleep until the morning light.
Then climbs in your head
And fills your mind with dread.

Here I lie,
As I die,
A slow death
As I grasp for a breath
I regret what I’ve done
But I am always shun
Now I’m dead
As I dropp my head.

Comments about Dead Inside by Dead Poetic

  • (12/4/2012 10:25:00 AM)

    I like the last paragraph so much, the way you feel it's gonna end when you start reading it, very well written poem. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 9, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 9, 2011

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