Believe

I have nothing left, to say to you,
There's nothing I can explain.
I'm choking on my useless guilt,
I'm up to the brim with shame.

And I still cry for no reason,
unable to wipe away the blood.
How did I turn into this?
Who is this stranger I've become?

I'm lost without a feeling,
so unsure of who to be.
Tell me why I should hold on,
give me that reason to believe.

I'm suffocated by my weakness,
I'm alive yet already dead.
So I stab the knife in my heart,
and I aim the gun to my head.
 

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

[Kriss]

Very dark, but I think it's beautiful. Love it !

♥Kriss

[Sapphire.Diamond]

i think this poem is good
we all feel this way sometimes
because people come into our lifes and distroy us completely
like god made them to put you to a test, and see who has real strength
and by giving up you prove your weak, so you need to come out on top
and shine