Wasting Away

Personal reflection.

 

Eating a pittance of food,

Basically a meal a day.

Thinking fading thoughts

Imagining the feeling of being gone.

The stale darkness filled by death,

Choking and silencing for good.

I deny my body sleep I need,

I need to think, I can’t stop.

This mess I’m becoming

Is a product of my own

Desire for my self-destruction.

I’m a live grenade, pin gone.

Why should I keep going?

This experiment called life

Obviously is a botched attempt.

Several attempts to do it quickly

Have ended in painful failure.

I wonder if what I’m doing

Is my subconscious telling me

I’m done, it’s time to stop this.

Am I simply done with it all?

Reviews

[Laura Sparkle]

You know... get it out by writing. If you get it out any other way we might have a problem. If you think ShAdOw's threats were awful... you have no idea.

[ShAdOw]

If you are going to be done
and you are going to kill yourself
then you are a murder too
because you will be killing courtney

in which case il have to bring you back and kill you again! :-p amazing poem

[darkgurl]

I like this, such a powerful short well impacted write here...Kim

[Mysty Rayn]

I like the grenade line. That is fantastic. Simple line, but powerful.

[Dug]

It's a trap that I've fallen into before too. Those kinds of thoughts are bitter sweet and hard to put away, but it's only by denying them that there can be an escape.

[♥ Courtney &hear..]

no ..you arent done.

I need you, with everything in me John, I need you.