my eyes bulge from my head
as I scrape the insides
desperately.
what am i searching for?
this noise
is too
fucking loud.
dripping
from my mouth is
a crimson paste
surely, not blood
but something close.
maybe,
i'd have been
better off
d
e a
d
.
YOU ARE READING
another empty bottle
Poetrythis is a compilation of vent poetry. I will not be including trigger warnings, an exception made for the first piece. read at your own risk. wow reading over this is embarrassing am i really that unstable
