Turn off your thoughts
The demons you fought
Sleep may be cheap
But my mind favours brutality
Four walls hold me here
Witness every single tear
Concealed in the dark
snuffed out my spark
Trying to cope
Lost my hope
The sleepless nights
The manic highs
The epic lows
Is the only way
I feel alive
YOU ARE READING
Breathe ➹
PoesíaI get so caught up in things sometimes I forget what it feels like to Breathe. ©Taylor Gajek
