I felt the fall,
The one where you feel suicidal,
The one where you feel homicidal,
The one where you feel ground is non-existent.
The one where you rethink every single moment,
The one where you know it won't end,
The one where you feel you got no wings to fly up,
The one we call our rock bottom.
I would never want to feel that way again,
My logic rules my emotions,
My emotions soften my logic.
I fell,
And broke,
But it's okay,
I'd rather stay a million pieces than one.
YOU ARE READING
Wind is Lost
PoetryMy feelings are being written, the poems short and long, rhyming or not. A smile or a tear may drop, but I am stills lost.
