Poetry

Motionless;
submerged under water
Fought so hard,
your words made it harder
Lungs filled with
fluid, a painful goodbye
Yet, to survive
never means you’re alive
So drag me to the
sandy shoreline
Take a look for
the final time
When I’m ripped
open soon you’ll see
How much my
internal truly did bleed
Taking my heart
into your hands
You see the
wounds, you understand
Although
repressed, they still lay there
A hidden barrier,
its walls are bare
Placed on a road;
lonely indeed
It drowned me of
life, too broken to heed
The words of the
wise, the words that are spoken
The words that
were said to repair the broken
You shut my eyes;
I call out your name
Am I dead, or
certified insane?
I feel so unreal,
but my heart is still pumping
No man can see it,
but I’m surviving off something
May I just fall;
erase all my past?
Seeing my future,
I’ll finally grasp
The meaning of
life, the meaning of existence
The reasoning for
running all of this distance
Wanting that which
I shouldn’t have
Dying from pain
that I never would grab
The lies that
you’ve spoken; the lies I believe
The truth that no one
told me; I feel so naive
So here I lay,
unknown dead or alive
So hard to
breathe, no one by my side
When did I get
here, when may I go?
This hell they
call life; the journey I’ll forgo
Please pull me to
shore; pump life to my heart
Squeeze water from
my lungs, let them restart
Maybe I’m phantom
or maybe I’m alive
I’m all alone and
not breathing, but somehow I’ll survive