Intrusive thoughts
pierce my skin like a bullet.
wounds so deep
I can only see red.
It's pouring out,
I'm pouring out
It's four in the morning and I'm nearly passed out.
I'm ignoring my needs
all I see are my wants,
If you ask why I want this for myself
I don't have a better clue than you do
but all you should know is I'm already through
through with your expectations
through with the shit you fill my head
everything's blurry
all I can see is red
I guess this is what I wanted though:
to finally be dead.
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all the things I never said
Poetry"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." -robert frost A collection of heartbreak, trauma, childhood nostalgia, and love written by yours truly. and without further ado.. here are all the things i never sai...
