Until the skin on my lips are scrapped off, then I find comfort.
Until my skin, sunk into bones, then I find me beautiful.
Until my eyes lose brightness, then the view matches my life.
Until my jealousy melts my brain, then I can live freely.
Until my anger explodes my fist, then I will be calm.
Until you scream my name in sadness, then will your actions matter.
Where do we draw the line? Where do we feel like, I've gone to far?
Will it be my death? Will it be my life? Do I get to decide?
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of a trying girl.
PoesíaLook deep into me. My heart, my soul, my nothing. I will show you me.
