My world is falling apart.
I sit alone in the dark.
I am holding my beating heart.
I am treated like a "thing."
My tears are falling down.
Off my cheeks, to the ground.
They make me feel like a clown.
As if i live under a "king."
My blood runs slow.
So much stress, I'm going to blow.
My brains will be splattered on the floor.
Last thing heard was the hammer go "cling."
My depression is worsening.
Under my cold breath I am cursing.
Slowly to none, my heart is beating.
My life just hangs by a thin string.
My life is going to end.
Something that I actually intend.
To those who laugh, I am just pretend.
It hurts more that 1000 bee stings.
My choice is to be left alone.
Until I am dust and bone.
Until I die by my own.
Death has his plan for me in full swing.
My enemies just won't leave me be.
Just leave me floating in the Dead Sea.
Until the vultures like what they see.
And pick at my lifeless body like some... "thing."
Mark Ramirez
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-world-is-falling-apart/
