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by No Need For A Name   May 10, 2009


I wait in here for the morning sun
I wait, can't move, no strength, all sores
From here, my bed, my bedroom floor
To weak to move, to weak to be more

My head it hurts all day long
My finger tips they itch away
These side effects are killing me
The cure is as bad as the disease

All these drugs run through my veins
I just sit, lean back, look at the picture frames
This time it seems I've had enough
I just sit, lean back, and slowly turn off

Movements rigid and eyes so bleak
I shake, I tremble, I can't hold still
These doctors and nurses have broken my will
Other peoples blood in my veins isn't real

Strap me down, bring out the tubes
Machines that keep my heart beating
Are machines that run on my bleeding
That twist me, turn me, change my being

All these drugs run through my veins
I just sit, lean back, look at the picture frames
This time it seems I've had enough
I just sit, lean back, and slowly turn off

It has to eventually
Cut off my breathing
I'll do it myself
If your not willing
I lived my life
I did my best
This isn't suicide
It's natural, we all die

All these drugs run through my veins
I just sit, lean back, look at the picture frames
This time it seems I've had enough
I just sit, lean back, and slowly turn off

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  • 15 years ago

    by Lady Nik

    Movements rigid and eyes so bleak
    I shake, I tremble, I can't hold still
    These doctors and nurses have broken my will
    Other peoples blood in my veins isn't real

    *This was the best part. One thing I would change was the last line. I would change it to "Other peoples blood in my veins doesn't feel real" That seems to flow better. Other than that nice job. Nik*

  • 15 years ago

    by Spirit

    I shake, I tremble, I can't hold still
    My head. . . My fingers. . .
    To weak to move, to weak to be more

    These lines that you wrote, were my favorite. They really moved your poem along and kept me reading. The theme that I got from this poem was giving up and giving in. This song that you wrote is really amazingly strong and it dragged me through the narrators life as if I was this person.

    I don't know what your intentions were when you wrote this poem, but it doesn't matter great writting comes from tallent. It's clear that you are a great poet.

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