No Tomorrow
Sad and crying inside every day,
Why can't these feelings just go away,
Just want to rip out the beating heart,
That's what making things fall apart,
Heart now pumping in the palm of a hand,
Bleeding out the blood releasing the
pressure that one life can barely stand,
Feeling light headed now as all emotions
slowly flow out,
Watching each drop drip to the ground
drying up any extra self doubt,
As the heart slowly stops its beat,
Finally admitting it met its defeat,
Now the hand begins to ring out the rest
of the blood like a dirty dish cloth,
Movements become very slow like that of
a sloth,
Without blood circulating the body
becomes cool,
Thinking at this point that this was an idea
of a fool,
Trying to stop the hurting wasn't worth
losing the soul,
Learning from mistakes and
understanding self control should be the
way to go,
Knees become weak as the body slowly
becomes numb,
Heart drops to the ground with the release
of the thumb,
Collapsing to the ground without even
making a sound,
Mind is lost lying in a pool of its own
sorrow,
Feeling like there is no tomorrow.
Copyright © M. E. Hathcock | Year Posted 2012
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