did you know, that with every burden-laden sigh, every blood stained tear that drips from these weary eyes,
this red liquid seeps into my lungs.
and with every breath comes anguish.
yet i breathe and, and, force myself to this point of pain, to this point of no return and feed myself this hate of soul, simply to live.
i take these gaping breaths, trying to save myself while at the same time, these breaths are my destruction.
did you know that so often, i place my hand to my chest. trying to feel this thumping within my cage that will remind me, that i am alive
but.. i feel and feel, yet there is no beat.
no reminder. so am i dead or alive.
my life contains no testimony.
so long ago i died.
yet nobody noticed.
and so once again, goodbye.
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