Title: Losing grip
I honestly thought I was crawling out.
Beginning to bury that huge hole, that I once dug.
Was I wrong?
I have restored back to the arms of self mutilation.
A munitplated comfort.
Though it brought a new friend of bashing my head as a petty attempt to break out of this prison.
I thought I could really be free from this hell...
But... I’m losing touch with reality again.
I feel like that glass wall is being pulled back into place.
A clear seal, where only I may see the outside world.
A glass so thick a bullet may simply only graze it.
There would never be enough ammunition to shoot it down…
I’m losing grip all over again.
I fear that, I once again will soon be
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PoesíaJust some edgy poems, and just random thoughts. I'll update when I want. Yeah, or you can ask me questions. So...yeah. Enjoy? ALSO WARNING ⚠️⚠️ some of these may contain some subjects that may trigger or make some people uncomfortable (ex. Self harm...
