Tears on my face,
Intrusive thoughts down my throat,
Fueled by the guilt which came unspoke.
My boundaries weaken in other's presence,
To the point even isolation reminds of their essence.
Feeling guilty to the point no other thought can enter,
Making me a blind slave to others' propaganda.
Blood on my nails,
Vomit on the ground taunting my image.
Fueled by my guilt which came unspoken,
Triggered by only a single poke when your mouth open.
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Credit to the artist for the pic above. Please let me know if you know where it's from.
Also I thought about pushing about my limit when it comes to poetry.
So I am taking requests!!
Now I might not actually be able to complete them?? So don't get your hopes up I am just experimenting stuff.
Thank you!!💜
YOU ARE READING
˜"*°•.˜"*°• 3Am poems and Prompts •°*"˜.•°*"˜
PoetryWriters block is fucking me as I can't write so, my 3am brain thought.. OH! why not post all those stupid poems you have on your instagram thinking someone would recognise your work! Spoiler: They don't. I am not sure about people here so yeah...
