Feet together.
Thighs apart.
Visions of my future.
It tears away my heart.
A flat stomach,
So push it all away.
Caught a death wish,
Lives to this day.
Temptations, temptations.
Leaking blood flowing down the drain.
I drink and sip from tea,
As they yell to make me sane.
Causes it's all me,
It's all my fault.
Right from the start.
Feet together,
Thighs apart.
But what about my heart?
YOU ARE READING
Fix me.
PoetryThis is where i escape. This is where i spend my days, in between thoughts about suicide and what else I would do to be held in your arms.
