Poetry ( sort of )

Break

I need a break from being alive
I need a break from feeling
I need a break from loving
I need a break from being human

Thoughts of yesterday
Play in my head
Good memories
Fond times
All overwhelmed
By the dark cloud of uncertainty
Of tomorrow

I think a lot
Of the now
How my life
Feels like
It has lost meaning
The things that brought me joy
Before
Don’t anymore

Dreams of tomorrow
Are all gloomy
My heart aches
Profoundly
In perfect sadness

I crave for the space between death and life
The peace that comes with it
The stillness in mind
The comfort in thyself

I am scared of death
I don’t want to die
I am terrified of life
I don’t want to live
I need a break from being alive



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