Imagine being against the action.
Imagine shaming the deed, you do it yourself.
Imagine holding the blade to your wrist,
Wondering if you prefer a word or a tally.
Stuck all alone,
Imagining if you'll go through.
YOU ARE READING
why I should have listened
PoetryThis is a direct journey into my mind through poems, most inspired by pain others created through pure thought and draft. I hope to push forth and express the emotions brought into each poem.. or to leave a sense of ecstacy. Enjoy!
