cry-
in the middle of the night.
awake-
but nothing left to say.
bare-
yet now you're never there.
swear-
you told me that you cared .
empty-
the lungs i carry with me.
believe-
im struggling to breathe.
closer and closer the walls
are closing in around me,
did i tell you that i'm
c l a u s t r o p h o b i c •
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An: im not even claustrophobic this is bull crap this is my soul all bundled in lies for yous (bonus points for reading it in a geordie)
YOU ARE READING
not the truth
Poetry•a piece of my soul bundled in lies and rhymes and late night tears and fears and thoughts and rarely the truth•
