i used to be pure
hopeful
you turned my light into darkness
you made me reckless
now i don't care anymore
about anything
you ripped everything good away
and left me a hollow shell
i don't even want to be in my own skin
or my own head
the emptiness is torture
but still you stand there
looking for what you ripped away
acting like you haven't stolen anything.
YOU ARE READING
cigarettes and sunsets
Poetrya collection of poems filled with love, heartbreak and tragedy. the world has a bad habit of keeping serious things locked away in order to maintain happiness, I desire to search for these hidden things and let them be found. illustrations by Robyn...
