Dying.

Here again,
Broken and defeated.
Lying still and hopeless,
Dreams of nothing new.
Slow and shallow breaths,
An effort to continue on.
My eyes are heavy
as they try to close.
The darkness doesn't scare me anymore,
Provoking it to take me.
Release me from the constant burning in my mind,
A weight of stress that drags behind.
I wait for the moment it fades away,
Until there is nothing left.
And I see the beauty in the world,
But not enough to stay.
It makes others happy,
But I will never feel that way.
My body weighs me down,
It's heavy walls holding me here.
Inside I'm a little lighter,
Ready to float away.
Just waiting.
And i understand it now,
Kind of a disability
-My inability,
To feel anything else.
I can never be, happy.
And anyone else who understands that,
Has already float away.
There is no apology big enough,
For feeling this way.
No logic in the sadness
Or reason for the tears
I wish I didn't.
I wish I wasn't..

Broken.

Reviews

[Kay]

This poem carries a lot of weight with it, a sense of spiraling heaviness. I especially like the line "The darkness doesn't scare me anymore,/Provoking it to take me." It portrays a quiet surrender. Nice!