Something bad is happening to me.
I can feel it in my gut.
I cannot tell whether it has already happened,
But it's there.
Like a dark presence,
Lurking in the corner of my eye.
I see its silhouette,
And I don't know what its going to do to me.
But it's there.
And it keeps me up at night to think,
That it may be watching over me as I'm writing this,
Smelling the weakness on me like blood in water.
I'm broken enough.
Something bad is happening to me.
YOU ARE READING
my secret mistakes • {poetry}
PuisiThe most deeply personal thing I may ever write, from an old soul trapped in a young body. Imagine a window into my life, my unfiltered, strange and unpredictable life. These are the things I am too afraid to tell anyone. So, welcome to my mind.
