Fist furled into a ball of self disgust,
attacking the hopeless desire to be better,
Defending those who got caught up in my shrapnel of doubt,
Knife sketching out the lines of love,
Doing what's needed to sedate the hate,
Turn the Pacific into the Dead Sea,
Pills fumbling through the passages of one who wishes to no longer exist,
Five minutes of anguish and you will have the sky to yourself,
Nobody hurt in this war
But the person who started it
YOU ARE READING
Words: Seen and Unsaid
PoesíaSometimes the only way I can describe how i'm feeling is by writing it down, sometimes I just think of cool shit to write, sometimes I write about how I want to feel
