My Void by Zorah

I feel my body breaking,
Like waves eroding the rocks of my soul.
Tossed aside like garbage,
I try to scream but no sound comes out.
Desperately I try to pull myself up,
But I am detained by my own weight.
I am stitch in a void of nothing.
Reaching out with only air to grasp,
But the oxygen is dissipating fast.
And now I am suffocating myself,
With my own two hands.

 

 

 

zorahZorah was born in Berkeley, California, and has lived there her whole life. This is her first time publishing her work, and she is very excited to share her poetry with you. She has been a type 1 diabetic for the past two years, and she spends most of her time writing poetry and short stories.

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