I dangled off the edge of that cliff,
screaming for you to help me.
And all you did was stomp on my fingertips.
YOU ARE READING
|midnight thoughts|
Poetrya collection of midnight thoughts, a collection of small voices that are desperate to be heard. -trigger warning- cover by @CNS2004 #135 on 1/12/17
Falling
I dangled off the edge of that cliff,
screaming for you to help me.
And all you did was stomp on my fingertips.
