I sit up at night crying with a empty pit inside,
I can't contain the sniffles or whines anymore for I am done,
I can't stay here I don't belong here,
His words stab me like blades and
His eyes stare in dissapointment,
For if I spoke my true mind
And wasen't scared.
Wait that's it.
Let go of the fear just like the rest of my feelings,
And pull the trigger,
Will you be happy now?
That the girl you never cared for is gone?
I hope so. This was all for you....
YOU ARE READING
Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoesíaAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
