Why does she do this? I ask myself.
You want to know why? She snarled at me.
I nodded.
Because you're weak! She hissed.
But I never lived a life were you couldn't speak! I screamed in desperation.
Silence. Was she gone? No. She was still there lingering in the holes my heart made with time.
I stood up and ran. Ran for my dear life and empty skies.
The ground was wet and soft.
She was eating me alive and she knew I would never survive.
August 24, 2013
For: Myself
YOU ARE READING
Three souls of mine
PoetrySo I'm basically writing this sort of poems based on my emotions and daily life. To help some of the readers understand what they are feeling. If any of you need advices or anything don't mind to ask.
