it hurts
when you can feel yourself
falling apart
like a crumbling puzzle
with too many pieces too hold
and you're trying to keep them together
but they slip through your fingers
and around your arms
until you can't take it anymore
and you let them all go
with the help of a little oxygen
(a/n: I cried a lot last night. so much that I had to google how to stop crying. I found some breathing methods that really helped, and it amazes me how much deep breathing can help)
(a/n: also that picture is not a recent picture. I did that a while ago. that's another thing that helps though: angry scribbling)
YOU ARE READING
maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poésiea sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
