Death of A Martyr
TW)) Implied SH and Depression
You see the scars on my wrists
A part of me is dead
This is the end and I can't get out of this
At the edge of the world my ship now sinks
As I take my last breath, I remember your face
I see it in your eyes, that fiery love which kept me alive in the coldest night
I see a star to guide me, to guide me home
It's cold out there in the snow
Please don't leave me here alone
Just hold me in your arms
Tell me you'll never leave me
And as this world fades away, I remember
I remember...what it felt like to be free.
To be free from the crushing weight of expectations
To be free of the Accuser and the Abuser
My blood is thick and my body is weak
Let me die alone and forget you
Let me forget the Reason
I long to feel the breeze of death
Sweet escape from this ****** mess
And as I bleed out
I hear the whispered words of a nocturnal creature
"This is the death of a martyr."
@bluesheepfriend
Thank you for sharing this poem! It's really well done and I can see you put all your emotion into it. I think many people will relate with this, and maybe help them feel less alone in their healing and struggles. You're a great poet by the way, keep it up! :)