Dreaded Blades

I was listening to You're Going Down by Jamestown Story when this poem came as an inspiration.

Breathe for me,
for I am afraid
of what I might be,
and of that dreaded blade
that has haunted me
for so many centuries.
I have been searching way
too hard to find a way to
take away all of that pain
I have inflicted on myself,
why,
why,
why,
is what I try to figure out.
Get help,
but just stay close to me.
I have some hell
to pay
for my mistakes
that I made
and that I have
taken for granted
too soon,
too fast,
got to get away.
Beware the dreaded blade.
All my habits,
they are so toxic
that I can't breath.
So help me out
just this one
last time,
already without you
I have been losing my mind.
People still don't see
through the words
of the stupid little lies,
"I'm fine."
But I'm not
and I dont know
if I ever will be again.
Of course
I will,
but for now
I'm drowing in my
mis
    er
       y.
Don't let me be.
Where did you go?
Come on, help me.
When I needed you most?
I can not see.
I'm feeling weak.
I have a fear that I am
finally
living within
the end of it,
misery.

Author's Note

Perfect misery

Reviews

[WritersSoul]

Wow, thats like me right now :P haha Great write, I love it :) !