Like a sick horse
Yes mother I feel, I can feel my head turning inisde out
it hurts so much oh please please could you hold me for a minute or half
i can feel every inch of me turning and twisting and breaking
i see my eyes pop out of my head along with my heart and a bit of my brain
please dont let me die alone not tonight
I dont want to go on my own
can I hold your hand as I slowly pass away just one time
I speak nonsense im so afriad everything hurts so bad
my bones feel very weak I just need to lay down for a bit
the fatuige is killing me everyday
i can no longer think all i want is to sleep
please hold me for a minute or half i dont want to go on my own tonight
youre sleeping and dreaming while i try not to wake everyone up with my hoarsely loud cries
I hold my mouth with shaking hands
eyes focusedon the blade
skin wet with fresh blood
im so teribbly afraid that i did this to myself
headache is eating me alive i cannot sleep but im so tired
im so alone and so expired
constant needles in the head along with feeling of weak legs
I can barley walk or talk let me fall into our arms and rest for eternity
im like a sick horse
theres no hope
someone should help me and you know what is the only right solution
Copyright © Zhenya Tryp | Year Posted 2025
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