Yours is Clinical
Mine is Mild
But which is worse?
Engulfed in flames or the slow burn?
Because I hate this slow burn
Half the time I hate myself and feel like it's all a lie
But the other half, I'm so empty and I really wanna die
I hate this slow burn
But I wouldn't trade it for engulfed in flames
Are you kidding?
I just wanna all of this to go away...
YOU ARE READING
Waving Through A Window
Thơ ca**While these poems reference suicide and self harm, they are in no way meant to promote it!! Read at your risk** When I look outside my window I don't get no peace of mind... Sequel: "Fading From Your Mind"
