I want to let my tears
wash me clean or
soak me until my clothes
show the dirty truth;
the insides of a vessel
affected by depression are
not always so pristine.
Do not judge this;
you do not know what it is
to haunt your own body,
to have your mind
wage war on you,
you do not know the sound
of your mind pulling 1000 triggers,
the sound of gunshots ricocheting
in your lungs;
you only know that my
breathing is shallow.
Do not call me weak just because
"I cannot stomach
the same meal twice"
when I have swallowed
the same poison
up until this moment in life
where I am learning to spit it out;
I love you, I love you, I love you
Separation, separation, separation,
suicidal contemplation...
But of course,
tomorrow I'll be here again,
so there's nothing to worry about,
right?
- Crimsyy♡
YOU ARE READING
Wild Child
PoetryThe sequel to "Ramblings Of A Storm" Because sometimes a human is enough to drive you wild. - Crimsyy♡
