Dying
The knife in my wrists is going farther.
The gun in my hand is rising.
The dagger in my chest is sinking deeper.
The arrow through my heart is being ripped out and I'm crying.
I know you're not a mind reader,
So this is what I'm thinking,
I feel like dying.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
