I'm drowning.
In a pool of my emotions.
I'm killing myself slowly,
with all these unplanned motions.
I take a hit
Of a cigarette.
I'll sit here
And wait to get over it.
I'll drink until I can't see
These hands that you'd hold.
I hurt myself everyday
And it's growing old.
YOU ARE READING
The Road to Nowhere
PoetryJust some of my poems from over the years. I hope you enjoy. :)
