Gone (Should Be)A Poem by Luna Zerimar...Should' be gone....It was two nights ago. I was alone. Had the sharpest knife. I just wanted to bleed out this life. ...hours went by. I still wasn't satisfied. Went kind of crazy. My thinking completely turned hazy. Took all the old needles out. Took all the old pills out. I just wanted this to end. I didn't want to live. Swallowed all the pills from all three bottles. Stuck my arms with those wretched needles. Ten times. I've never felt so high. I smiled. Smiled for I knew that in just a couple of seconds, I would make my last goodbye. Body started shutting down. I felt my eyes getting heavy. "Finally", I said. But "finally" never came. I woke the next day. Tears brimmed my eyes. "Why!" I screamed. Was it all just a dream? Couldn't be. There are the empty bottles. The needles still stuck into my arms. I can hear the alarm. Am I really here? Really alive? Or am I a ghost? This must be a hoax. But I realize it isn't. I'm alive. Dead alive. Why? How? Why couldn't I just sleep? Sleep forever...
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8 Reviews Added on February 9, 2015 Last Updated on February 9, 2015 AuthorLuna ZerimarHouston, TXAboutWhich famous Poet are you?I got Edgar Allan Poe - Which famous Poet are you?You're like Edgar Allan Poe. He had a rich, extraordinary, unusual personality which can be quite difficult to describe. M.. more..Writing
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