Slowly Dying
His eyes are looking at me ...All of my poems are about death, suicide, love, vampires.. I'd b so thankful if the people who read my poems left a comment about it.. so that I could have an idea if my work is good enough.. thnx
His eyes are looking at me
As I look back I see the pain
The feeling of despair is so evident
But no one else seems to notice
I can see his anguish
His suffering is almost too much to bear
He's trapped in a world in which no one understands
He's fighting to survive
Each day is harder than the day before
Why doesn't anyone else see this?
I want to help him
But I feel restricted by some unknown force
His pain is so overwhelming
I'm still looking into his eyes
I can't turn from them
They are so foreign yet so familiar
I can feel his agony
The pain takes hold and will not release me
It pulls me into this empty void
This terrible reality which is his world
A world he cannot relinquish himself from
Finally, I'm able to blink my eyes
And he's still looking back at me… in the mirror
As I look back I see the pain
The feeling of despair is so evident
But no one else seems to notice
I can see his anguish
His suffering is almost too much to bear
He's trapped in a world in which no one understands
He's fighting to survive
Each day is harder than the day before
Why doesn't anyone else see this?
I want to help him
But I feel restricted by some unknown force
His pain is so overwhelming
I'm still looking into his eyes
I can't turn from them
They are so foreign yet so familiar
I can feel his agony
The pain takes hold and will not release me
It pulls me into this empty void
This terrible reality which is his world
A world he cannot relinquish himself from
Finally, I'm able to blink my eyes
And he's still looking back at me… in the mirror
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