Why do we always crave the rush,
the thrill of the fall,
knowing all too well
how much it will hurt
when we land?
Craving the kiss of the blade
rather than from the one
who taught us how to love again?
I'm supposed to be okay now.
I'm supposed to be just fine.
A perfect picture of an uptown girl.
Smiling at all the right times.
Saying all the right words.
So why am I teetering on the edge
of another breakdown?
YOU ARE READING
Rays in the Dark
Historia CortaA collection of stories and poems depicting people's lives as they struggle with love, mental illnesses, and the everyday battles that life throws their way.
