I'm sorry I couldn't be what you wanted. It's just that I found myself while trying to reach the bottom of the ocean, and the ocean waves hugged me. The real world scared me to the point of suicide. I knew that if I stayed, I could live another day, relax with air filled lungs. Truth is, I was suffocating in the real world. The blankets in my room were like hands wrapped around my throat and silence was the great, big body.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
this is the dirty truth.
PoetryAs if rope could bind my wrists together so perfectly, so could this.