If I could give up
my thoughts— I would
to the people
who could handle them
without feeling
negative emotions
—if I could give up
my thoughts—I would
for the sake of survivalIf I could give up
my life for something
bigger than my existence
—something far more
valuable than me—
I would gladly do soIf I could give up
my belief for something
that would save
the people near me
—I would—
be it a sacrifice of pride
or a prison to forever
stay in— I would give up
my belief just so
I could taste peace
to last me a weekIf I could give up
my while to something
as fragile as love
and gratitude
—perhaps there
could be freedom
in death later on—
If I could find my while
after giving it up
—I would—
since life plays
by its own
mysterious ways
and if I could give up
myself in exchange
for something
interesting and meaningful
—I would
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an adjournment of scars, an endearment of stitches
Poetry❝𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘢�...