May 27 2014
Dust
My heart beats but I’m not alive
The sun could set and never rise
I’m healing but I break each day
I’m tired but won’t sleep today.
I’m holy but I don’t believe
that losing life should make me grieve.
And though it’s hard for you to see
Each breath I take is killing me.
I ramble when I’m making sense
I don’t strike out in self-defence
Although I fail, I always try.
And try I will until I die.
I’m not unique, I don’t belong,
I’m proven right. I’m proven wrong.
I cover up my own mistakes
And hide my heart so it won’t break.
I’m empty but I’m filled with pain
I hate the sun and love the rain.
Lies are things I know too well:
A shattered mind. A hollow shell.
My heart won’t beat. Am I alive?
The sun has set but will not rise.
Was healing – now I’m nothing more
than dust that settled long before.
Thanks this poem helped me understand everything better more than I already did
Thanks for the read, Emma!