I'm damaged goods;
Jacked up on the taste of caffeine and self destruction.
Just having the bare minimum to survive each day.
I live in a card house;
And all it'll take is a gust of wind,
For all of it to come undone,
And come crashing down.
YOU ARE READING
Way Ward
PoetryLife is a jumbled mess. And from within this mess, I'm gifting you "your" stories, along with the stories of some other lost souls. Way Ward - A way to find your lost self.
