Fading, Losing, Going, Gone... Poem by Geraldine Coetzee

I feel every part of me slowly breaking,
With every breath I'm taking,
Slowly staring to fade,
Everything just colliding,
In one big dark mess.

I see in my mind's eye,
How I use to be,
I see the blood dripping,
I feel the searing pain,
As the blade rips through skin.

My senses darken in a moment,
I lose control and go to deep,
I feel my body giving in,
Letting the darkness pull me in,
And slowly take me away.

I know I shouldn't think,
About the nightmare I call my past,
cause it only contains hunting memories,
Of me and the sorrows I had,
It only weakens me.

The hurt and suffering I can't explain,
The scars I use to have,
Now slowly returning,
As temptation takes me over,
And I see it in my hand.

Slowly I start to run it across,
The way I use to do,
Feeling nothing,
Slowly slipping,
Starting to fall,
Now fading,
Into the darkness,
Struggling to breath,
I lose control,
I can't breath,
Fading,
Losing,
Going,
Gone....