i don't want to cry,
but here i am yelling
at myself to feel less.
gasping for air on my
cold bathroom floor.
smoking my pain away
with toxic gas only
to realize that these
demons inside of me
are immune; i feel useless.
YOU ARE READING
Poems.
PoetryThis is mostly my poetry but some are not. My poetry is pure trash, but hope my random writing entertains you.
