Poem -

~Death Becomes Her~

~Death Becomes Her~

All hope has faded the fire inside has died

Consumed by the misery of my thoughts destroy my will to be

I have fallen from the edge of my despair 

Drowning in my pain and sorrow 

Silver tears follow from my sadness which suffocates me

Gasping for my breath black waves taken me under 

My pool of my black abyss plunging into my depression of death 

Darkness swallows my scream 

I and feeling nothing but helpless 

I am nothing inside but a hollow shell

I am nothing on the outside just feel dead

No one can save me now

That's ok I am not worth it anyhow 

I cut to bleed to feel who is me it soothes my pain sets me free 

Please don't question or judge or even try to understand me

I don't even know who me she is

This pain is unbearable I feel within 

I hide in my dark solitude of silence so no one can get in

Push everyone away to keep them from getting close within 

I have to lock my doors to keep from breathing their poison in

​​​​​​​Don't try to understand my madness, my insanity 

Now I will cut to feel real and pop my pills and just lay still 

Escape from my grave reality 

To sleep forever for eternity 

I will go now to my sweet serenity. 

Copyright 04-18-2017

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