Fist caressing the wall
With bruised knuckles
And red raw fingertips
That are so close to breaking
Oh how I wish it'd plant
Itself smackdab in the middle
Of you ever present face
That insists on making me rant
And rave
And so fucking victimised every day
Oh how I wish that you'd go away
Maybe just today, maybe for eternity
YOU ARE READING
Notes by Nailinthewall
PoetryIf you enjoy reading poetry, songs and quotes by a mentally ill female with a sense of humour then this is the book for you!
