WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THE WORDS THAT IVE BEEN FED//SCREECH THEM OUT IN MUSIC THAT PULLS OUT THE SILVER DIPPED IN RED//YELL OUT THE WHISPER THAT HAVE BEEN
ANCHORING MY VOICE//YOU TELL ME TO STAY CALM AS IF I HAD THAT CHOICE//EVERYTHING I SAY IS TO PUSH YOU BACK WHEN IM INSANE//IM TRYING TO PUSH YOU BACK BECAUSE YOU DONT DESERVE THIS PAIN//WHAT ELSE CAN I SAY, ID LOSE MYSELF IF I PUSHED YOU ANY MORE// IM STUCK AND TRAPPED, DONT GET CAUGHT INSIDE MY WAR//THE OUTCOME OF BREATHING HERE, IS A BLOODY BROKEN HEART//YOU CANT UNLEASH ONE LOVE, WITHOUT ANOTHER FALLING APART.
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.
