Someone's shoved my head into a plastic bag.
I breathe in and I expect the fresh breath of air I've always had,
But instead, my mouth is filled with the cold reality that I can't breathe.
-This is what it's like to suddenly start being abused.
-This ones realer than the rest. Sorry lol
-Mel🖤
YOU ARE READING
Shades of the heart
PoetryThis is my second poem book. The first one started off with really bad poems but got gradually better, but by then people hated my poems and deleted the book from their library, lol. The first book is called shades of the mind.
