WAIT.WAIT.STAY HERE WITH ME. WHAT DID I DO WRONG//MY BREATH WOULD BE HOLDING OFF BUT IT WONT STAY FOR LONG// THESE THOUGHTS ARENT AS PURE. WE LOOK AT THEM AS SOMETHING THAT THEY'RE NOT//WHEN I SAID I LOVED YOU, WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME TO ROT?//I CANNOT TAKE YOUR METAL LIES AND DIP THEM IN GOLD//FAKE IT OR MAKE IT. HELP YOU OUT AND LEAVE ME DEAD AND COLD//WHERE HAVE MY DYING THOUGHTS RAN, STILL IN FLESH BUT FURTHER GONE//I CANT STRETCH MY MIND AROUND THE IDEA; I CLOSE MY EYES TILL DAWN// I CANT BE THE ONE AT FAULT HERE WHEN YOUR THE ONE WHO HELD ME AGAINST MY WILL//IM THE ONE WHOS ARRESTED AND YOUR THE ONE WHO KILLED.
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.
