Dear, x
I've been pushed 13 letters from my limits
I've been forced to write these words so I don't have to silently scream them
I am so tired of screaming
I'm tried of my voice hurting and I'm tired of my mind always wandering and always leading back to the same damn trail
The same one which has been walked on for to long
The path in which the ground is torn and the sun doesn't shine there anymore
But my mind still insists
To walk down that same dammed path
That's leads back to you again
From, M
YOU ARE READING
A island and a man looking for shelter
PoetryLetters to a man, whom will never receive, nor will i ever send.