My frustrations cannot be contained so I spill out my anger through words.
Tripping over vowels, falling over syllables. If you listen closely A hard thud can be heard, the sound of cracking knuckles on drywall and teenager falling helplessly to the floor. The sound of giving up on hope, to sinking into old habits. If you listen close you can almost hear her pen on paper, desperately trying to feel something again
YOU ARE READING
A Collection Of My Thoughts.
PoetryAll poetry is mine. - - A gathering of my deepest thoughts and feelings compiled into one small book of poetry. trigger warning = (tw) - - Stay safe xx Logan
