writing When I'm down

[Inkfeather 597]

Tired of everything, life passing by.

Endless wondering about what to come.

This life we live, worth nothing at all.

Wish to escape, by any means possible.

Don't want to be here, to be in pain.

A sorrow so deep, carved by knives of life.

 

Bottomless lake of water so dark.

A darkness engulfing every happy emotion.

All these thought, filling up my mind.

Corrupting my essence, a stab in my soul.

Pent up despair, longing for a release.

Fly free and vanish, as raindrops in the sun.

 

I am pent up, tired of these thought.

Let me escape, let me flee from reality.

Just losen these shackles, spread my wings.

Soar through the skies, into a thunder cloud.

Only hoping to get struck, falling to the ground.

One last sting and it's all over, freedom.

 

One thought, to start it all.

One escape, to get away.

One moment, it all ends.