my hair is a mess
i'm in over my head
and i just don't know what to do
anymore.
my life is fraying
like the edges of a worn blanket
and with one small tug
everything could fall apart.
i'm walking on a tightrope,
please, please
don't knock me off.
written december 7, 2014
YOU ARE READING
poems by erika
Poetry"i'm well acquainted with villains that live in my head, they beg me to write them so they'll never die when i'm dead" -control by halsey
