FlatlineA Poem by GinaJust a poem...Spilled my thoughts.Flatline. One word that means so much to me. It doesn’t mean the same thing to a lot of people. It is an absolute ending… A guarantee. To some, it’s evil. But to me, it’s extremely peaceful. It’s all the freedom I could ever want. For an inexplicable reason, it doesn't haunt. Life out of control. It’s about to explode and I, Feel like letting go Like an overdose of guilt But death means no tomorrow It is final. I don’t apologize for these words… so suicidal I’m done with “survival”. I’m done with useless coping techniques. I’m done with millions of tweaks. Here and there. I’m freaking everywhere Because that’s what a messed up brain feels like And yes it must be childlike, but It’s so absurd. Feeling unheard and The world around me is all blurred. Everything is slow and I’m too fast. I know it isn’t real but it’s a time draft, in my mind. I’m fine with being left behind. It goes up… It goes down… It was a setup and a nervous breakdown. So here it is, It all started with an, “I’m fine,” a rookie mistake. Now, a flatline, consequence of a heartache.© 2017 GinaAuthor's Note
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