THE VOICES IN MY HEAD SCREAMING FALL BACK INTO YOUR SLEEP// CRAWLING EVERY NIGHT INTO A ECHO CHAMBER OF WEEPS//I TOLD YOU NOT TO GET TO CLOSE OR ILL RIP APART YOUR WORDS// IM ALWAYS SEEN AND KEPT AWAY SO MY SUCIDE CALLS WONT BE HEARD//YOU DID THIS, I DID THIS. THIS IS BOTH OUR FAULTS// BUT YOUR OUT THERE LIVING, WHEN IM STUCK IN THIS VAULT//LEAVE ME AT ONCE, LET ME JUST HAVE MY LAST WORDS IN PEACE//BECAUSE YOU HAVE RIPPED ME LIMB BY LIMB AND HAD NO MERCY ON ANY PEICE.
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.
