i am sick and the doctor gave me
a purple inhaler because he
said i cannot live without it
but it made it hard to sit
it helps me breathe
but it ruins my teeth
it causes my heart to race
and brings tears down my face
it reminds me of you
and how i always knew
it makes me feel stupid
what did i do to you, cupid?
just like i know seretide is harmful
and this time im being careful
but i can't protect my heart much
since it still hasn't started healing from your touch
my inhaler is purple
just like the bruises on my skin
everything runs in the same circle
since the cause of it all is me not being thin
stas here!
I'm dying
YOU ARE READING
Shadow Whispers | Poetry
Poesíathey told me all of my cages were mental so i got wasted like all my potential
