starlitnightz
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Can’t you see I’m fighting?
Can’t you see I’m dying?
I want to live, I really do
I really wish to make it through
Stop suffocating me, I’m already crushed
But all of my pleads are insistently hushed
I’m fighting this monster and it wants my life
Its calls for me, reflected on a knife
I scream “no” and it only grins
I know I will lose, it knows it will win
It wants my breathe, my blood, my life
It could all end on the shining knife
My beating heart is the prize
But I want it too, I wish to grow old and wise
“You are damned, what use have you have for breath?”
“I am blessed, what use of I for death?”
This is a losing battle I need to win
But you make me feel like a walking sin
Eyes bleary with age, and red with tears
I understand, you had your battles in the years
You fight the battle that is living
But please be a little more forgiving
This monster looks at me with gleaming eyes
I say that its whispers are only lies
“All you need is the knife, this I pledge”
“I know, I know. It’s all here on this shining edge”
This is the battle that I fight, and you are helping me lose
Will the monster win or is it life I will choose?
I'm not depressed, I don't need medication or anything.But sometimes i feel like I'm fighting this losing battle to NOT be depressed. And my parents aren't helping. I guess you could say this is just teen angst. Not my best poem but i want some feedback on it.
Can’t you see I’m dying?
I want to live, I really do
I really wish to make it through
Stop suffocating me, I’m already crushed
But all of my pleads are insistently hushed
I’m fighting this monster and it wants my life
Its calls for me, reflected on a knife
I scream “no” and it only grins
I know I will lose, it knows it will win
It wants my breathe, my blood, my life
It could all end on the shining knife
My beating heart is the prize
But I want it too, I wish to grow old and wise
“You are damned, what use have you have for breath?”
“I am blessed, what use of I for death?”
This is a losing battle I need to win
But you make me feel like a walking sin
Eyes bleary with age, and red with tears
I understand, you had your battles in the years
You fight the battle that is living
But please be a little more forgiving
This monster looks at me with gleaming eyes
I say that its whispers are only lies
“All you need is the knife, this I pledge”
“I know, I know. It’s all here on this shining edge”
This is the battle that I fight, and you are helping me lose
Will the monster win or is it life I will choose?
I'm not depressed, I don't need medication or anything.But sometimes i feel like I'm fighting this losing battle to NOT be depressed. And my parents aren't helping. I guess you could say this is just teen angst. Not my best poem but i want some feedback on it.