a shining plea
with a broken heart,
in the corner of the room,
breaths far apart.i can't see myself to make it past 25
but i can see the shelves of all the tears from my eyes.the healing process has frozen my bones
and the moving process is done and far gone
and i'm sorry i couldn't do it-
i'm sorry i failed you.
i tried my hardest,
i fought through the pain.
i put up with all my thoughts
and i did the breathing thing again,
but it never worked,
it never did.
i tried the senses,
the eyes,
the nose,
the tension,
that neither worked,
it never did.
i don't know what to do this makes no sense i want to go awaymake the pain present tense.
YOU ARE READING
words put together
Поэзияthis is.. me.. i guess. please don't take advantage of me.