i fall to my knees
t r e m b l i n g
i keep getting back up again
i hold on
there's dead air on the radio
there's dead air caught in my throat
i shout out
i am
n o t h i n g
like you
i don't believe it like i used to
i fall back down
c r u m b l i n g
i keep rebuilding
i hold on for dear life
there's a cold breeze outside
there's a cold breeze across my skin
i shout out
i am
e x a c t l y
like you
h e l p m e
i fall off.
YOU ARE READING
melted
Poetry❝the present was the present, and we didn't even know it.❞ dedicated to kjh and wb highest ranking: #27 in poetry
