One line
Is this wrong
A river of red
Where does it end
Two lines
My head hurts
Turning numb
Why can't I stop
Three lines
Should I end
Such pretty art
I can't forget my jacket
Four lines
A drop runs down my cheeks
Why did I do this
Can I go deeper
Five lines
The room is spinning
Pills would have been quicker
I'm dirtying the floor
I'm sorry
YOU ARE READING
Barely breathing
PoetryJust words that can't pass my lips but will go through my head until they fall onto paper. Every single one of these are my original pieces.
