Disclaimer: I write dark poetry as a coping mechanism.
Trigger Warning: Suicide or Suicidal Ideation

Is it loud in here?
Or is it all in my head?

Is it fear from my dreams
That keeps me trapped in bed?

Or fear from reality
That’s filling me with dread.

Am I lost, never to be found?
Weight of my soul,
Keeping me on the ground.

I am tired,
Exhausted beyond the bone.

All I truly want,
Is to go home.

But it’s been 5 years,
And I can’t stand to be alone.

You called it flying,
In the childhood you stole,
And now I am dying.

Is it dark in here?
Or did I finally close my eyes?

I wonder what could be
My final paradise.