A broken promise, a blade, the smell of copper and rotten eggs,
A bathroom, a shower and a couple of slit legs.
I'm sorry. This is horrible but at the same time, I understand.
You are floating, constantly flying and you will never hit the floor, then all of a sudden, after a couple years of falling, you hit rock bottom and its over, all you have to do is eject the parachute. Its that simple.
YOU ARE READING
Monolouge Of An Screwed Up Teen.
PoetryRead the title you dope. Changed because I'm not okay anymore. This world is a cripple.