They told me to write about what I know
but I know nothing of love or hope
The only struggles I've faced have been in my own brain
The only secrets I keep have eaten away at my insides
The saddest part is there are so many ways
this can all end up in flames
Yet I sit peacefully and pretend
that there's still time, nothing is over
I cannot smell burnt hair and resent
Here there is no crime, apocalypse isn't closer
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
YOU ARE READING
jagged [ iN BETWEEN part 2 ]
Poetryfailing lights & sleepless nights (ramblings of a mad person) IMPORTANT! The drawings that accompany my words are not my doing, I take no credit for them whasoever.
![jagged
[ iN BETWEEN part 2 ]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/133450721-64-k521900.jpg)