Starved myself for three days straight
Shot the acid into my veins
Took too much and came back to life
Gonna pray that God treats me right
Eyes focused on a day dream
When my mind wanders among the ghosts of the unseen
I’d rather bleed out while you find God
Than bury the memories and feel nothing at all
When I peek behind the curtain
I see my own fear
When I realize
That the end is near
I never became what I wanted
So I guess it’s okay
If the world’s still alive 
And I die today
Heart empty 
Let the angels pluck off my wings
Tell them to heal me
Heal me
Heal me
Heal me
Heal me

Poet: Sage Vermont, He/Him, USA