The End
#2 of Dark Poems
From one of the darkest days in my life came this. A cry for help, to ease the depression.
Dark-circled eyes, so lifeless, so hollow
Pale, drooping skin, so unappealing, so shallow
Limp, gesture-less limbs, with no purpose left to serve
Whispers from passers-by, "so crazy, what a nerd"
Lank, tangled hair; doesn't fly in the breeze
Tears roll down the face with such painful ease
Breathing doesn't come easy, with none to hear the rasping
Curled up in a ball, on the floor, gasping
A hole in the chest, so tender, so raw
Scars covering every inch, left by merciless paws
Just one more glimpse, the quiet laughter once again
All it needs to move on, to finally accept the end.