As i slide down the walls of this bathroom I've known forever, i realize that i am condemned to this body... to this earth i am forced to feel emotions and feel pain.
I always break. So as i sit here trapped in my body i find a way to cope so I pick up the blade and let my hand make beautiful art. One more slice will do just fine. But as i get carried away i cut to deep setting me free from this horrible fucking body.
YOU ARE READING
We're all broken
PoesíaThis is just a book containing every broken thought of mine... If you're reading this and you're hurting, i'm sorry. I hope this book makes you feel less alone. ( Pictures are not mine)
