I've stopped myself so many times
and none of them felt right.
I need to go back to that self induced
destruction.
I need to get over my head but
how can I when my outsides
are putrid.
Let me go, cut the link that's
keeping me in here.
Cover my vision but don't
stop the transmission cause
I still care about people.
Please help me find another
source of red or I'll go insane.
I can't handle the gentle,
I need a rendition of my rental.
YOU ARE READING
Self Taught Reality | a poetry book
PuisiPoetry books aren't that popular here but that should change, so I'm giving it a go. Writing is all I do besides school so poems are the only way I've found works to pour all the painfully abstract thoughts out of my head. I hope someone out there...
