Dropped - Poem by Audrey O'shea
This cold settles over my soul, i swear its not my fault, i'm losing control,
no more will i say a word, i'll bottle everything inside a mental vault.
i'm sorry i think so strange, it was not my plan, nothing will ever change, my
hearts cracking, myself im smacking, deal with it? i don't think i can.
Im going to erupt, my sorrow feels so deep, suicide is corrupt, as
every one turns away and leaves as these terrible thoughts return to
Loud music blares, im trying to block this out, every lyric sends a
flare, because no ones there, i feel so dead inside and out.
i promise its not over, but im falling over the edge, my mind wont stay sober, on
my fall i hit every ledge. everyone is gone, and my hands R bound, the
light won't turn back on, as i lay motionless on the ground, forever
My minds shut, because no one fucking cares, over my wrist
this blade just cuts, as my eyes roll back in my head so at nothing i can
my minds mixed inside, i feel so paper thin, i bottle it and push it
aside, as it lies there waiting, resting within. i dropp everything, becus
everyones dropped me, all around is fog and i know there is nothing,
my mind and body has come unhinged, and i cant stand or hear this
truth to be.
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