I want to tear apart my lungs
Scratch my skin til I bleed
I want to start over
Want to be clean
Scratch
Scratch
Scratch
Tear my skin off my body
I am flesh and blood
I want to bleed over everything you ever loved
Bleed over myself
There is no more air in my lungs
YOU ARE READING
Whirlwind
PoetryAren't poems wonderful things? All I need to express can be found in lines and stanzas.
