Poetry

Jenna
PROFILE About me Poetry (7)


15 february 2012

To Survive

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




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