Goodbye was the last thing
I wanted to say to anyone,
but it had to be done sooner or later,
or else this pain in my chest
will be the poison that kills me.
— from the moment I wanted to shut the world out.
YOU ARE READING
up in the clouds
Poetryshe felt trapped, or more likely she really was stuck wherever she was. writing poems was her escape out of the black hole she fell in through. whenever she wrote what she had to say and expressed what she had felt, it was almost like she was up in...
