The Dying Mind

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Dark, dark, all blurred ;

Darkness all around me.

I'm desperate for a little sympathy,

Please don't kill me.

Let me live,

I wanted to win.

 

I'm tired, wounded, broken ;

Defeated, down and fallen ;

I beg, tell me a sweet word,

Someone please!

I'm dying,

I'm going mad,

I'm alone, horribly ;

I can't bear anyone.

I talk to myself,

I talk to my plants,

I look for something in the stars.

I'm going mad ;

Please don't kill me again.

 

Someone's screaming inside my head

I hold my head with both hands

And breath frequently.

I'm losing my mind

I beat myself, cut and slit myself ;

I become cruel and grim.

They're coming, they're coming again

To hurt me, to tear me up ;

To slice my heart once again.

 

I run away from me

But my body don't move on

I close my eyes,

Still I can see everything.

My body don't listen to me,

Cause I'm dead now ;

Still my body pretends to be alive somehow.

The End


Submitted: March 12, 2021

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