You are holding on to something
Which is called your sanity and happiness
The dark pries off your fingers one by one.
Until it slips and falls
And its gone.
You can't get it back.
YOU ARE READING
Infatuated with hopelessness
PoetryWell I know no one will probably read these but I write a lot of the time, just random little poems or anything that comes to mind. I usually write these when I'm depressed or having anxiety. I just want to post some of them, even though barely anyo...
