don't want you to see my face glistening with tears
don't want you to see my face in a trance of sadness
wish I could tell you about the storms causing destruction in my brain
wish I wouldn't have to worry about causing drama in your life
don't you know how it feels to feel like your own soul is cutting off your source of oxygen?
don't you know how it feels to feel like your own mind wants you to be buried alive?
please help before I go too far
please help before it goes too deep
I don't want to
but sometimes I think I do
YOU ARE READING
Eunoia
PuisiBehind every poem is a story too afraid to be told bluntly. . . . I intend to write to make you feel.
