"empty days and sleepless nights."
days
there are some days,
the days
when you feel free,
and wander with the wind
selfishly
looking for luck
when she follows in your footsteps,
laughs with you
yet you pay no heed.
the other days
the ones when you wonder
and wander down streets
poring over past blunders.
you wish there were rains
to match your mood
and slight pain
feels so good.
then come the final days
the desperate ones
when pain doesn't matter
and the rains pour down
but you're too sick of the world to see.
the blade feels like a feather
against your skin
you just know that you never
want to hurt again.
as the blood pools by your feet,
you see amidst your tears
that luck cries at your side
as you give in to your fears.
don't ever give up.
YOU ARE READING
the musings of a wallflower
Poesía"that day, he came to me and pointed at the sky, saying, 'What a beautiful, beautiful moon.' but he was all i could see" i write of infinite dreams to escape harsh reality. shortlisted for wattys 2018
