My feet are dangling over the edge of humanity
My lips touch the opening of the bottle of humility
My mind isn't focusing on society
It's focusing on the nausea inside me
My vision starts to blur
My words are starting to slur
Everything fading in and out
I try to shout
But no ones around
I fell off the edge of humanity
And I hit the ground
YOU ARE READING
My Thoughts
PoezjaHello, hi. I'm not suicidal. These poems probably say otherwise, but I can assure you that I'm perfectly fine. And they're all mine so please dont steal
