I want to make something out of myself
Anything
Anything but this mess this wreck
This whisper, hidden in a world without a name
A girl
A hunger
A whisper of
Nothing
And anything
A whisper of everything in between
Never full
Never brimming
Never full
Wasting away,
Wilting
In a land without a heart
In a body without a mind
I fall
Sunken in the empty abyss
Of nothing
I slip under
A category
I fall under
Angry words branded on my wrist
That whisper
Nothing
YOU ARE READING
melancholic ecstasy
Poetrya collection of short poetry, some of which are sweet, some heartbreaking, but all of them mine. Some will have been written or published in A Collection of Oneshots, but they are mine- p.s. I'm new to poetry, so feedback is welcome! ❤️
