the feeling of self hatred and loathing begins to build up
yet instead of weeping i pour up my cup
with the tears that i shall never spill
clutching the glass that will continue to fill
i start my telling the toxins that they cant stay
and one by one they fade away
till the point where they are all gone
and i am left alone and the only one
my heart begins to get less and less sore
and after awhile
the feelings is no more
YOU ARE READING
flutter
Poetryhis cruel words were said without stutter as he left me alone without giving me the chance to even mutter so all i can do now is pick my torn apart heart out of the gutter as i spread my singed wings in the hopes to grasp the clouds as i flutter ⭐◾⭐...
