Nothing has made her feel so
Crazy.
Trying to heal she felt
To mazy.
The bruising to her heart helped her fall
Apart.
In an instance she knew no resistance.
Yet all the tears kept away.
Hear her screams.
Out to break.
Trying to be strong for too long.
Yet not holding on seems wrong.
The misty air,
Icey glass.
I'd known we'd
Never last.
Sum 41 in my head.
Time for me to get some rest.
Mind set on overdrive.
Hear my thoughts?
Tell me lies.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
