headaches,
the feeling of vomiting,
the dreadful feeling in my gut
haunting every step I make,
the words poisoning
the very beat
of my heart
when will it all end?
has the end of it all
become all I ever think of?
trying to save me from myself,
my heart tugs at my chest,
one of the gravest reminders
that I'm still alive after all
despite the waves pulling me away,
despite the lock on my heart
and my mouth
I am prisoner to my own mistakes
and a stubborn heart,
too naive to step down,
to stop
breathe in, breathe out..
looking beyond the horizon
my hope is yet to be stolen
I refuse to completely sink down
breathe in.... breathe out
YOU ARE READING
Feeling Indigo, how about you?
PoetryJust a thing for random stuff that sometimes go through my head. I think most of these are my failure attempts at a poem but I can't really write anyway.
