Please, prevent me from killing myself
I do not see light
at the end of this tunnel.
And if I see it,
it’s either heaven or hell
from a nearly-death experience.
I want to get out,
out of this dark tunnel.
Want to burst through the roof
to heaven
or fall through the floor
to hell.
I do not even care,
as long as it is lighter there.
The only lights I see
are the eyes of the monsters
that are chasing after me.
I see them looking,
hear their laugh,
and know they’re waiting
for the right time to kill.
It seems like the tunnel
is always growing longer.
It’s like, when I see the light at the end,
God says:
“Let there be another part of the tunnel,â€
and suddenly it becomes dark again.
I hear voices
from the ghosts
who are haunting me.
Pen and paper
are the only things in my life
that prevent me from killing myself.
Reacties op ‘Please, prevent me from killing myself’
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wat mooi maar niet opgeven hoor en zijn zoveel mooie dingen...en je mag me altijd mailen ben er voor je met een luisterend oor ..weet wat je voelt heb het zelf ook meegemaakt....dikke knuffel...liefs Brigitte
Verwijderde gebruiker - 24-02-2013 om 15:49
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Echt heel erg mooi geschreven! het raakt me omdat ik het gevoel ook ken... Maar geef nooit op! x
weirdmind95 - 02-07-2013 om 22:36
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pfff, respect joh!
Anne Sophie - 19-11-2013 om 15:31