Tired
Im tired of being sick and tired, my body feels motionless.
My heart, well that has alot of emptiness.
My brain is numb from all the suicidal thoughts.
I just wanna float in the air,
Come down hit hard on the pavement without a care.
Sometimes I feel like death is the ultimate goal,
Life after death, theres a Heaven and a Hell I'm told.
What if death is like a long forever sleep into the darkness,
Quiet all alone, floating around but thought I was Heaven sent.
This poem is about:
Me