Poetry : How I feel

Time to fly
Cut myself and watch me die.
Sick of life
But who am I?
Really.

Oh me
Oh my
Living on a dream
Hear the cracking
Sense the pop
Feel the pain of reality.
I don’t want to be here
Save me. Take away me.

Hold my hands up
To the sky
Waiting for the answers
They pass me by
Sadness is overwhelming.

Life in a bottle
What’s the use of carrying on?