(February 3rd,2024)
These walls laugh at my echoes into their void.
They are cruel with their intentions.
All the money in the world couldn't buy a single ounce of my love for you.
But all you'd need is dirt to buy my self love.
Without you the flowers have wilted.
The poisonous gas grasps my lungs and lies to my face.
If I drown, you are the only one to join me.
No matter what I scream no one seems to hear me.
Plucking my eyes out so I don't see this world without you.
With the walls closing in,
I can't help but beg you
To free me.
But I'm the one holding on.
But you are the one duct taping my screams.
If the walls close in
You know the route to the escape door.
You'd leave me here to rot just to tell them I tried leaving you there.
I fake a smile just so you don't realize I see you.
But these walls are screaming fuck you and telling me to run.
I'll stay here hoping,
Never learning
If I start loving me
Am I just asking for these walls to close in and completely and utterly crush me?
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Your Struggles is What Creates Your Depth
PoetryA collection of poetry,and random thoughts written when I was struggling to find my way.
