it was just so damn painful-
the grip on my arm
and they were just so powerful-
your hands filled with rage
you're the one at fault, though
maybe this is my reason why i were not able to hold on to someone else;
you were grabbing me still even if you didn't
-Jenaziela-
YOU ARE READING
kilída: a story of the broken and how they heal
Poezjaa book of poetry, a song from the heart; a group of the unspeakable. bear with me, just a little.
