10:46pm, 10 september 2018.
the light is too much now;
i'm tired of dancing with the dark part of my head.
i've exhausted myself
pleasing the good and the bad
in me.
i'm too tired
to drink myself to death
to get high
to get myself better
to do anything really.
i'm too tired to fix myself
i'm to tired to self destruct
i'm too tired
of what?
i will never know.
YOU ARE READING
do you think he sees me as just a pretty face?
Poetrysad sap space babe poetry, 2017-2018 'cause writing it out is medicinal. do you think all he sees is a pretty face, or is that too conceited of me to say? at this point maybe that's the best that it gets.
