Poem: Finally Sleeping by zetasyanthis

Poem: Finally Sleeping

#6 of 2021 Mental Health Crisis

I don't even know how to describe this one, but it's a CW for suicide for sure.

CW: Suicidal Imagery

I never knew what rest meant.

I never know I was tired.

I never knew past exhaustion,

and through anxiety, so wired.

I never knew what rest meant.

I never knew without hope.

I never knew past the things I can't see,

a future without a rope.

I never knew what rest meant.

I never knew without blood.

I never knew past the silence

of a corpse now drowned in mud.

I never knew what rest meant.

I never knew without hope.

I couldn't see past my own death,

a future without a rope.