I want my freedom
I want to break these chains
That hold me to my doubts
My inconclusive thoughts
That grow and fall like petals
As vines grow from my veins
Poisoned by the ink in my blood
And leaves that surround my head
With beautifully destructive branches
I want my freedom
I want to be me
Why can't they see
I want to be Free
YOU ARE READING
Petals full of thought
PoetryAll my thoughts in jumbled up words, scrambled and mixed stanzas, Slightly dusted in deep mindful thinking that keeps me up at 4 am watching the sun rise Trigger warning some have to do with Depression,Self harm, eating disorders,and the Dark truths...
