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suicide?
Lying here
i can't breathe
i can't feel
i am numb
there is no light
i can't see
i can vaguely feel a bottle in my hand
what happened?
i remember crying
i remember i craved the feel of dying
did i do it?
did i actually take the pills?
there's a wailing
sirens? yeah that's what they're called
someone is touching me.
i can sort of feel their hand on my wrist
they're feeling for a pulse.
i think i have one.
oh.
i'm being lifted now,
maybe they're putting me in bed
the floor was a little cold.
but then again, everything is cold
the darkness is coming back again,
going from grey to black
i hear a beeping,
everything is black...
i can't breathe
i can't feel
i am numb
there is no light
i can't see
i can vaguely feel a bottle in my hand
what happened?
i remember crying
i remember i craved the feel of dying
did i do it?
did i actually take the pills?
there's a wailing
sirens? yeah that's what they're called
someone is touching me.
i can sort of feel their hand on my wrist
they're feeling for a pulse.
i think i have one.
oh.
i'm being lifted now,
maybe they're putting me in bed
the floor was a little cold.
but then again, everything is cold
the darkness is coming back again,
going from grey to black
i hear a beeping,
everything is black...
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