GONE
To close the wide eyes
It stung;
Oh it stung.
To reject and to live
To accept;
And to fall.
It kept happening over
And over
But why no one
Caught the glimpse of a helpless
Soul.
YOU ARE READING
messy poetry from a messy mind
Thơ caI guess this is my subconscious mind in words, I'm riddled with all sorts of mental illness so my mind is often not the nicest of places to be.
