untitled
a feeling
gold but gone
after a concert
or a good show
an urgency
a push to the edge
too close to my feet
and the far fall
will scream to me
"i'm going to die soon"
a feeling too big
to be named
suicide note
to whom it concerns
it will stay locked
and untouched
no one to lean on
except the names
written
everything i want
to say
except what i want
to say to me
SOS
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poetrypoetry with no rhyme or rain most of these r rlly old and embarrassing but im keeping them for the lore
