first poem: dying is healing
 

Giving a go at writing . let me know what you think


Waves of anguish crush my skull
and self mutilation presents itself
the time is now
im scared,
im sick,
the haze over my eyes is thick

love myself, just a tale
for in reality
all i do is fail

Dreams of my ending
head in a noose and feet in grease
the answer
to cure this never ending disease
makes this pain cease

invisible is what i want
noone can see me
judge me
accuse me anymore

im sorry
no more dealing
im done
dying is healing

I like it. I like many others can relate to it a little. Sometimes I feel like that. I don't let the feeling linger though.

That reminds me of the unfairness and helplessness one can feel at times.

Asta!!