Begging, by Slightest Sound Subscribe to rss feed for Slightest Sound

Just sitting here,
looking out the window,
carelessly waiting.
Locked between these four white walls,
waiting for what the future might bring.

I lost myself, lost the passion,
lost the apetite for trying new things.
Will i ever get them back?
I'm begging, please help me.

I just want to feel good, like them.
Will i ever be me again, again?
Oh I'm begging, help me.

They give me medication,
but that's just not enough for me,
because i feel just like i'm drowning,
when i'm not even near the water.
I'm stuck between dying and living,
all i got left is this heavy breathing.

Slightest Sound
Posted: 2019-04-09 17:02:49 UTC

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