it's so hard
Not wanting to live
but not wanting to die either.
Picking up the pills and then putting them right back down shaking your head.
it's hard.
being trapped.
It's like you put a bullet in your mouth, but you spit it right back out.
Because you don't want to live
but you don't want to die.
You're trapped.
Until you decide.
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Tears
PoetryThis is a book of my poetry pieces. I hope you enjoy and possibly get inspired by these poems. Please do not re publish these poems without getting my permission first.
