All the signs were there.
I was just to blind to see.
Maybe that's why I was so on love with sleep.
Because you were only a dream that I couldn't let go of.
The many pills I downed to keep asleep.
So I could revisit you and fly away...
But It was time to wake up.
And reality hit me.
YOU ARE READING
Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoetryAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try