drowning in your own pain
the blood surrounding your body
filling your lungs with the thick heavy fluid
the color dying your lips and staining your skin
everyone you meet will ask you about the scars upon your wrists and your blood shot eyes
everyone will be able to see through you because your soul is a glass window
easy to see through and easily broken
everyone can see the blood in your lungs and the fire in your mind
you've become nothing but red and orange
people only see the blood and the fire filling up the glass body that is called you
the cracks on your body were how it all got there
you were empty before then
this is what you wanted right?
you wanted to be full
you got it
blood and fire is what fills you now
i hope you enjoy what you've always asked for
have fun drowning in your own blood
have fun burning in your own fire
YOU ARE READING
My thoughts are killing me.
PoezieI write poetry to get my mind to understand what the fuck is happening in my head. Don't read them. they are pretty shitty.
