08/08/2018
Can someone help this defeated soul to wander around,
to crawl out of this awful, useless body.
Where pain is visible on top of this skin.
Screaming for help.
Screaming for love, to fill up this emptiness.
So these lungs don't fill and deflate without a meaning.
YOU ARE READING
Poems and Writings
PoesieI fill in blank papers with my words. My thoughts and ideas work faster then my hand. Poetry and writings are written before I realise it. My hand and mind make up words. Enjoy those useless thoughts. Those spit out words. I love you 💓
