Empty

I've been at a low point lately where I literally want to kill myself and this is how I imagine it.

I spend all of my days, hiding the wounds

And, everything that holds me slips away

I'm finally going to leave this broken place

I escape life's frantic embrace; gravity takes

Seven stories up, the wind mourns my fall

The world is dark, it knows my despair

But I'm not scared, it's just like flying 

And the blood-tainted snow I'll never see

Cause you're gonna shut my eyes for me

Right now I hear it calling, and I'm going 

Don't think you could have saved me

It didn't matter

I was too empty.

Author's Note

Still working on it. There's a lot more despair involved but I edited a bit. Still rough draft kinda

Reviews

[Roger Turgeon]

Don't work on it too much more. I think you captured the moment... a moment I hope has passed or you.

[Emily B]

when i got there, i imagined it a different way

hoping you find yourself in a better place real soon