People make me hurt.
They make me overwhelmed, overthink, and make me exhausted.
Even more than I already am.
There are so many of these people in the world, who rip you down.
They could dig their teeth into your neck and let you bleed out in their arms, and then they would smile.
But they are the people who create the poets and the lonely artists and souls.
Who no longer have a place to go, who have the most beautiful, scarred bodies and minds.
But they are filled with electricity that bounces around, and smog that fills their hearts and overtakes their minds with artistic, breath taking, awful things and thoughts.
YOU ARE READING
The thoughts I think.
Poetry•Poems, and quotes from the deepest, most beautiful, scariest, darkest depths of my heart and soul. •Daily pain struck words, given to you by yours truly. •Trigger warning. Self-harm, hurt, pain, etc. So much pain out into the smallest amount of w...
