Suicidal Tidal Wave

I’m going through pain
I’m going insane
I scream and strain
All loss, no gain
The rain continues to fall
I’m talking to and hitting the walls
On skinned knees I crawl
Down the hall to the picture with you in it
In the next room and to my doom, he’s in it
In the picture with her but that was me
This is a trick of the mind I see
It must be an illusion
I must be hallucinating
Cause you are unconsciously dictating my life
Delusions telling me I should leave
That if I die no one will grieve
But I truly believe that I need you
I believe too no one will retrieve
My broken body out of the streets
Out of this concrete mess
I’m under so much stress
Caress me and dress me up as someone I’m not
Do you think I’m happy? No I’m not
This is not a test of my will or whether or not I will
Because I will whether I have fallen ill or just cause the thrill
I will try to fly waiting to be caught
I will die because you won’t even try
I wave goodbye
This suicidal tidal wave is overcoming me
This suicide becoming me
Love and Pain are realest most sincere,
and Death is here

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