You'd think I'd just tie a knot with all my loose ends, but I just keep severing my ties.
Some days I get so scared I can't even move, it's like I have no spine.
Must I pretend to be somone I'm not, some days I forget I'm just a part of my imagination.
Must I conceal what I think, how I feel. I start to believe my own illusion I can't decipher what is real.
YOU ARE READING
When I can't breathe
PoetryMy poetry is an escape. Others may find meaning and define my poetry in their own way. There will also be spanish translations. (También hay una traducción al español para algunos de mis poemas gracias a Damian Laurent)
