her arms are sore
from carrying the weight of the world
but she lets herself bleed
because she knows that soon it'll pass
and she will be numb
but soon she's so numb
that she doesn't even realize
that she can't breathe
and hours have passed
yet the sun never sets
and she will continue to fight forever
YOU ARE READING
quarter to dawn {poetry}
Poetrya collection of poems. you ask me why i like art and i tell you that the water colours bleed prettier than my wrists
