bubbles escape these lips
for i'm sinking,
inside aureoles
of looping thoughts.draining fear from filthy fingertips,
i imagined false creations.
but only did they made me trip
letting me drown in "fake smiles"attempts i nurture every mornin',
are ruined every night.
for those fake smiles
are better than showing my real life.so i did sculpture,
"a false me"
which faked breaths
and talked lies.
because i slowly felt
i wouldn't survive.my eyes are twitching,
as a ray of light
is merely trying to reach,
the veins of my shredded skin.
my eyes realise, i shouldn't let "a false me" win.a/n:
you're stronger than you imagine.
YOU ARE READING
cease to begin [on hold]
Poetrya journey of embracing self love, nurtured, cradelled, fostered with vanity. (to be continued soon) [poetry] ©ethereal_quill