Stitches
Stitches
I'm crawling,
My heartbeat fading slowly
The blood freezing in my veins
Fear is taking me over
Let the pain end
I don't want to suffer anymore
Just take the scythe and end my life
This black hole of chaos will fill up my emptiness
But I can't feel the pain anymore,
My limbs are numb
My emotions dead
My soul tortured and broken
Will I ever wake up?
Will I ever love?
Will I ever hold you?
Will I ever die?
So I've given up,
Tried to make an end to it
Standing with a piece of broken glass in my hand
I'm sick of feeling
Sick of all the emotions
Everyone has just fucked with my mind
The only thing I can see are the stitches,
Closing up my wounds
The only thing I can feel are the stitches,
Being a burden to my heart and soul
So now I fade away...
My tender flesh removed
My shattered wings released
My inner light unsheated... escapes
Ik vond deze ergens onderin mijn kast, een gedicht wat ik drie jaar geleden heb geschreven in mijn zogenaamde "suïcidale emo depression periode".
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