The stars are
Beautiful
Tonight.
I breathe in
The smoke from
My cigarette
Hoping
No,
Praying
That it will drown me.
That it will fill my lungs.
That I will stop breathing.
One more breath,
And I just might.
The melodies
Of acoustic guitar
Playing through my
Headphones
Because I never got to learn
My hands never quite
Got to learn
The tunes of the sadness
That lay in my heart.
Instead I taught
Them how to
Roll, how to
Smoke, how to
Light.
I taught them
Cold nights,
In the rain
And the wind,
To put them
To my mouth
So that I could slowly kill myself.
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Thoughts, Never Words. (Poetry Collection)
PoesíaPoems written by just some young adult going through some things.
