I fell.
Falling hard.
And I've already hit the ground.
Breaking bones,
Cuts and bruises,
And blood splatters all around.
Because I know
how feelings work.
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Poem Junk Book
PoetryJust shit my brain needs to write :,) Some could be in the POV as a certain character Some might have cuss words Some could even be inspired by random music. I do not know. This is mostly just my brain ranting to itself. Woah. Thats literally what...
May 16th
I fell.
Falling hard.
And I've already hit the ground.
Breaking bones,
Cuts and bruises,
And blood splatters all around.
Because I know
how feelings work.
