Piece by Piece

Slipping away from yourself.

Thoughts rushing through my head,

I feel as though I'm losing it

Everything I knew...

Everything I loved...

Gone...

I'm not me...

I feel myself slipping away

Piece by piece I'm leaving...

I'm dying inside...

For reasons unknown I stop breathing

My body cold as ice

I see is my past,

What happened, what I did

Then I'm seeing my dreams, hopes, what I want

I want to live...

Then I heard "There's a faint pulse!"....

Reviews

[Tom Robert Cowpey]

i like this alot

[KeeD]

Written exceptionally well, this is your first poem i'm reading and reviewing and I liked and appreciated it a lot.

[Andrea M. Ramey]

Hahahah yeah My bad. Happens with me! Also thank it does mean a lot to me!

[KeeD]

Happens to me all the time xD great job with this , ill edit out my earlier review xoxo.

[Andrea M. Ramey]

Hahaha right?! Again thank you so much! xoxo

[Chris]

Sometimes there IS no pulse to detect...

You touch on a real 'edge' - loss, and how we as people 'deal'.
Thoughts to be shared.

[rnuff]

very well written write
enjoyed : )

[Andrea M. Ramey]

Thank you ma'am.

[Phibby Venable]

Hooray for the pulse! Sometimes we can feel ourselves slipping away
and no one sees it. I like the way this builds.

[Andrea M. Ramey]

It does.

[zainul]

Well done.
Very clear expression.
You may check the spelling: happend, pluse

[Andrea M. Ramey]

Hahaha thanks. Yeah I'm not the best speller in the world, also when I'm trying to get it all out the way I want I don't even see the misspellings.