Lungs stopping
Heart aching
Head pounding
Hurt burying deep inside of me.
There is no oxygen
My lungs are punctured
My breath leaks through the holes.
Blood is dripping
blood is boiling
poured into the pot on the stove.
Meaningless words
escape from my lips
as I run away from my fears and worries.
Stuck on my bed
Stuck in my head
Shedding tears that are worth nothing.
Gasping for air
is such a tedious task
so I give only one more,
one short, last breath.
YOU ARE READING
Star Struck
PoetryThis is a little collection of poems I've made. Not sure how long I'll continue it, but I'll make a few. {Completed! There's a sequel book if you'd like to read it, the sequel is called "Milky Way"} Note: This was called "Book of Poems" previously...
