When you're not here, I'm suffocating
Lately I've been feeling so vacant
Can you not see the lack in my eyes?
Can you not see the dimples in my frowns?
We're going down the rabbit hole
Theres no wandering in this land of wanderlust
When we are dancing in the wreckage of us
You cant see into the depth of me
When you're wearing rose tinted glasses
You cant see the rest of me
You cant delve deep enough
Who knew you played
In the quicksand of
What was left of us
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!
