For Someone

by Lune de ma vie   Oct 12, 2021


Hyperventilate.
H-y-p-e-r,
v-e-n-t-i-l-a-t-e.
Late.
It's too late.
Depression makes no expectations.

I can't breathe.
I'm so damn weak.
Comatose to every degree.
I don't feel without the blood spilling over me.
I can't cut you out.
I really want to burn you out.

You won't be my home -
but these delusions are better than facing the truth.
My heart skips a beat,
the shivers go on repeat.
I run for you to the edge of the Earth.
No one else is worth my while.

Now I sit here,
in the pitch black,
alone.
A-l-o-n-e.
Cutting my flesh and bone,
trying to bleed you out.

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  • 3 years ago

    by Rayven

    Hi Justin,

    It really makes me happy to see your poetry once again. You've always been one of my inspirations because your wordplay mixed with flow is always top tier and this poem is no different.

    Most people know I connect to this one greatly and that's why I have nominated it. Anyway- onto the poem itself.

    Usually I find the title of the poem to be one of most important parts, however here it is and it isn'. You are writing for someone, but you keep it vague which works for me, because you don't want this person to know how you truly feel inside.

    The first stanza you usually want to make the plot of the poem known and you have done so in a panic attack, but it's self aware. It's too late to take back something and then depression comes crashing down on you.

    You want this person to leave your thoughts and you will do it any way you can. Whether bleeding, burning. This person is preventing you from living your life making you paralyzed.

    These thoughts are better than facing your reality of letting this person go. You don't want your thoughts and body to be their home but you don't know how to let go.

    So you self harm because mentally it's too much for you to bare. That physical pain is better than the mental pain. You are alone.

    The thing I love most about this, is the decline of mental health in each line, the more you go on the worse it becomes like depression does. Excellent write and nominated