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Blurred Out
I open my eyes
staring up at the ceiling
breathing slowly with a slowed heartbeat
not a sound around me
rising to me feet
walking slowly towards the bathroom
I open the medicine cabinet
grabbing the bottle of pain killers
pouring an amount that could be fatal
but with no care in the world
worthless is what always came to my mind
so I just figured fuckit i got nothin
and no one gives a shit about me
throwing on some jeans putting on a shirt
and putting on my beanie then shoes
as I open the door the sky is dark smoke fills the streets
cars are burning and not a person in sight
shutting the front door I began to wander aimlessly
its as if the world had vanished off of the face of the earth
I had passed by a window and noticed...
there was no reflection of me
looking down i could not see any part of me
not being able to feel myself
I noticed I was no longer there too
there wasnt a single person in sight and
I was part of them...
I had finally died...for the wish I pleaded for so much
was not what I had really wanted to begin with..
staring up at the ceiling
breathing slowly with a slowed heartbeat
not a sound around me
rising to me feet
walking slowly towards the bathroom
I open the medicine cabinet
grabbing the bottle of pain killers
pouring an amount that could be fatal
but with no care in the world
worthless is what always came to my mind
so I just figured fuckit i got nothin
and no one gives a shit about me
throwing on some jeans putting on a shirt
and putting on my beanie then shoes
as I open the door the sky is dark smoke fills the streets
cars are burning and not a person in sight
shutting the front door I began to wander aimlessly
its as if the world had vanished off of the face of the earth
I had passed by a window and noticed...
there was no reflection of me
looking down i could not see any part of me
not being able to feel myself
I noticed I was no longer there too
there wasnt a single person in sight and
I was part of them...
I had finally died...for the wish I pleaded for so much
was not what I had really wanted to begin with..
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