I wonder,
How many pills,
or cuts,
or accidents,
or breakdowns,
or panic attacks,
or bad days,
Would it take to prove,
I resemble a tree,
I look strong on the outside,
But when a part of me snaps,
Inside
There is nothing less but my rotting years
-m.b.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryDANGER; You're about to read what goes on inside my head, are you ready, because what you see on the outside~~is NOT in the inside.