This..

I should not be awake right now.
I should go to sleep.
There are too many thoughts running through
my head. And I am just feeding them.
Letting them gnaw on my brain, and rip me
apart. I only long to feel sleep fill my
head and my veins collapse. I am almost
finished. But there are also smiles here,
there are constant reminders that I will
in f*****g fact, be okay. There is a feeling
of dare in my voice, when I say that to myself.
I am almost daring the world to keep coming
at me. Begging them to throw me another
jump, and watch me make it through it.
I can do this. I know I can. With enough
starvation in my stomach, and a few
more scars maybe, anything is possible
as long as I keep fighting.

Reviews

[a]

I feel that this is a powerful confession! You have understood your inner contradictions, you feel life's ambiguity, I salute that!! But maybe you could consider rewriting this poem as a short story, a small prosaic writing, I think it wouldn't loose it's exceptional expressiveness! I love your style, I don't have any other sources for such poetry at home!

[Hunter Zabbai]

I know this feeling.
I know it all too well.
But something stirs up inside, a fire that is all consuming.


Lovely.
Simplistic, yet with a curiosity beyond face value.

[Caitlyn]

Very insightful,
It's cool how you start with something everyone feels they can relate to.
Im really digging the build of determination.
This could instill determination in anyone at anytime.
It's really good. =]