Crying for two days straight, without any sleep. Results me with puffy eyes, and a really bad headache and string of painful memories to go along with it. I really wish I was non existent as of this moment. And that night when my life crashed down on me, I wrote this poem. I don't know if anyone will ever get the meaning to it, but its deep and its more than a poem.
Where the birds fly freely that’s where I’ll be,
So many places and beautiful things to see.
There are no boundaries and I can run,
Not hide in the existence of no fun.
Why can’t I be a bird with wings?
I’ll be able to do just so many things.
I can fly away from all this pain,
This memory that will always stain.
Like a deep cut within the heart,
I should just die and go to the start.
I am a bird with beautiful wings,
I can now see all the beautiful things.
I can see people something I used to be,
Something that used to be me.
please don't be a suicidal poem. these posts are starting to worry me.
ReplyDeletepoetic and beautiful, as per usual, try to cheer up :)