Blades slice through me
like a knife through an apple.
Blood pours from me
like water from a tap.
Depression drowns me
like the pillows over my face.
My tears
like the sky on a clear night.
My fear engulfs me
like the black cloth wrapped around me.
My love locked up
like a lonely dog never let out,
nevaer to leave me.
Slowly but surely
my feelings are due to drown me.
Not sure when just sure they will,
And sooner rather than later.
