I cant bear to feel it
This open wound is bleeding
To you I'm not speaking
The demons are creeping
The vowels are losing meaning
The metaphors are eating me
Why would I describe you
Like you're made of light
When I've never seen you
In the day
Or ever in my life
My best habit
Is my worst crutch
I'll never ever be enough
And I'll never ever feel loved
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!
