Dying inside

by .+*Jess*+.   Apr 14, 2007


Words won't fix me
The psychiatrist can't help
Nothing can set me free
Theres no point in calling for help

My heart feels like it's slowly breaking
My lungs don't seem to take in enough air
My throat is tightening more every second
Im choking...dying inside

I stare into abyss, that long final fall
My eyes water and I taste the tears
That sweet poison fills me
As I choke...dying inside

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