Fallen...

Never thought it would come creeping back.

Deep inside.

The impulse.

Taking over my mind.

Waking up to the call of thirsty razors. 

Do I need this life?

Every things becoming whatever. 

Failure after failure.

Yeah how do I look now?

Covered in blood, I became like this somehow...

What was I even thinking?

I can't just destroy everything.

Everyone.

And expect it to be all undone in the blink of an eye. 

Tired of the pain I cause. 

I'll never fully have either of them back. 

Yeah I screwed up and I can't take this back. 

How did things get so bad?

I hope you love me now.

Laying on the ground, all the thoughts spinning through my head. 

'Be dead, be dead'

Why fight it?

I always deny it. 

I've never been happy. 

It's almost always fake.

And maybe some people don't belong in this place.

Reviews

[J.M]

Wow - that was really beautiful. You expressed the numbness that comes with this so well. And how sometimes staying alive just seems like an effort, a miserable effort that just keeps knocking you down.

[An owl on the moon]

The whole poem moved me into this place of pain, yet your last lines confess such a depth we all face at times.. the smile.. painted on or not? Honest and gritty...