Words, words, words.
Invisible knives
Ready to stab you back.
Hit you until..
you'll loose your consciousness.
Throw you,
Over and over again.
Until you say to stop.
And stop.
I've had enough.
And now I say 'goodbye'.
YOU ARE READING
My Own Kind Of Poetry
Poetrywords scrunched up in sentences that makes only sense to me. cause no one understands.
