The thoughts swirling
In my head
Become evident
On my skin
The lies
Take their tole.
I'm gone, wandering
Like a lost soul.
Poor me?
Poor you!
I soar on wings like eagles.
I coast above the scene.
I sink below the
surface.
Down.
Can't breathe!
I swim.
Swirl.
Sink.
DEAD.
YOU ARE READING
No Attention Necessary
PoetrySelf harm. Not for anyone's attention. Not for anyone's sympathy. And especially not for anyone else's pathetic, weak, stupid stories!
