You were walking down the pathway
of stars beneath your feet,
They have always been twinkling,
But your eyes can no longer see.
You were sleeping on a bed of thorns,
where you bleed against each move
But the worse thing is that the pain
cannot be felt anymore.
You became numb.
YOU ARE READING
Unsaid
PoetryOnly the stars can witness how my sanity collapse, only the oceans running waves across my flesh can watch how slowly, in certainty, how I fall apart.
