the words pelt me and
i feel a
tugging
deep in my chest
it threatens to swallow me hole,
threatening my mental existance
telling me that
'no, you don't exist'
and maybe i don't
because i am just
physically present
and i am not
really
there
really
alive.
and i am gone.
YOU ARE READING
歌 「uta」
Poesiewe can't all be beautiful and I know that. I refuse to try, please. a collection of songs, poems and thoughts that are all mine, so please, find your own imperfection. +++ lowercase intentional
