Slowly the
Walls blur
I can't blink away
The tears
Fast enough
My eyes
Glaze over.
Like an over
Used ice rink.
I'll lay still
In the middle
Of the chaos
With a blanket
Of red
To keep me warm
But my heart
Still seems frozen
Frozen from your
Cold words
So I'll wait
Until that blanket of red
Suffocates me
And drowns out
Every
Last
Word
YOU ARE READING
Shit poems, by a shit person
Poetry~~~~~ Some of these poems are old, some are new. Trigger warning for some of them. ~~~~ Poems labeled with "x, xx, "etc. is just because I have no idea what to name them. Deal with it. ~~~~~ I use this to cope/ express how I'm feeling and stuff
