my lies keep growing,
but my trust in people lessens.
I'm like a ticking bomb,
I keep everything inside of me.
you don't notice me,
until you fall into the trap.
and once I explode,
nothing will be normal again.
YOU ARE READING
crossing bridges // poetry
Poetryreally short, random, grammatically incorrect, shit I've put together called poems. **TRIGGER WARNING** #21 in #freementalillness (11/29/18) #42 in #mentalproblems (11/18/18) #670 in #mental (11/22/18) #907 in #depressing (11/24/18)