UntitledA Poem by Kimberly GraceThis is the last writing from two weeks before my suicide attempt over a year and a half ago. This one has no title and it never will.I am slowly dying inside. And it’s my fault. The drinking, the sex, it’s not who I am. Or is it? Who am I, truly? Cause I don’t even know. Will I ever know? I am dying, before I have even lived. I am dying, and I don’t even know who I am. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. And only I can save myself. But, do I want to? Do I want to continue existing? Or do I want to drown in my thoughts and sorrows. I am lost. I cannot see a light. There is no light. There is only darkness, as far as I can see. If I want, I can kill myself. If I want, I can get better. But right now I am in limbo. I am existing but not living. I am dying, I am existing, but I am dying inside. © 2014 Kimberly Grace |
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Added on June 18, 2014 Last Updated on June 18, 2014 Tags: dying, depression, lost, darkness AuthorKimberly GraceMacungie, PAAboutI like adventures and beautiful thinks. I like movies. I like reading. I like food. I like a lot of things. I'm pretty troubled and I have some issues. I'm incredibly random. A lot of times I don't li.. more..Writing
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