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Finally at Peace
My mind is in turmoil.
The more I try and focus the blurrier it just all gets.
I don’t know what to do anymore.
I can barely keep my head above the water.
One more thing added to my shoulders and I will go under.
I will drown.
No one can hear my silent screams.
I’m dying and no one can see the pain inside of me.
I’m falling to my knees, and this time I won’t be getting back up.
Will you cry when I’m gone?
When my body is lowered into the cold hard ground.
Will you stop and wonder if you ever paid close enough attention to see me hurting.
Or wonder why I left this world the way I did when I always seemed to have a smile on my face.
Well the smile was fake!
No matter how much I was hurting I always tried to make sure you were okay.
Never did I put myself first.
Well I put myself first this one time.
I am gone now, and honestly I’m okay with it.
I can finally close my eyes and rest now.
I am at peace.
The more I try and focus the blurrier it just all gets.
I don’t know what to do anymore.
I can barely keep my head above the water.
One more thing added to my shoulders and I will go under.
I will drown.
No one can hear my silent screams.
I’m dying and no one can see the pain inside of me.
I’m falling to my knees, and this time I won’t be getting back up.
Will you cry when I’m gone?
When my body is lowered into the cold hard ground.
Will you stop and wonder if you ever paid close enough attention to see me hurting.
Or wonder why I left this world the way I did when I always seemed to have a smile on my face.
Well the smile was fake!
No matter how much I was hurting I always tried to make sure you were okay.
Never did I put myself first.
Well I put myself first this one time.
I am gone now, and honestly I’m okay with it.
I can finally close my eyes and rest now.
I am at peace.
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