crying
my breath is hitching
and I'm starting to not be able to breathe,
it's like my emotions are taking over,
and there is nothing I can do.
tears soon stain my cheeks,
begging to be noticed
my emotions are tethered,
maybe too much,
but maybe this,
the effect of holding into much.
a.b.
YOU ARE READING
A Beautiful Disaster
PoetryMy story. A story full of unforgettable thoughts. I've come to terms with these certain parts of my life. This is for the people who decide to read my poetry. I hope you find the motivation to continue to fighting like I did. #1 in slam (5/31/18) #1...
