Yesterday.
I got back yesterday.
And this feeling won't subside.
I need something sharp.
Sharp enough to penatrate my skin.
I want to bleed.
To feel.
Something other than hurt.
I got back yesterday
From the hospital that was supposed to help me
But left me more broken than before
In the end.
YOU ARE READING
My Little Poetry Book
PoetryHey guys, this if just a book of some of my poems. some of them are triggering because I'm a really fucked up person. haha... So don't say I didn't warn you...
