I'm in a glass house
hoping it'll never break.
What if it comes?
I'll come out of it.
Shards going through
my skin.
Wrap thorns around me
like I'm a rose in need of
band aids.
What if it comes?
My head on fire.
I want to scream,
camera paints the scene.
Sky turned orange.
Fire blazing, the sight is spinning.
Cartwheels, it's a bad wreck.
What if it comes?
I pray to be okay,
coming out of it alive.
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Sad Girl
PuisiPoetry from a sad girl Ranging from love to heartbreak, happiness to sadness and feeling low to depression and so on. I hope people find that they can relate to what I write and by taking in the words that they find healing. All Rights Reserved Cop...
