Dear diary,
this life makes me burst out of my seams and
leave behind nothing but ash and dust, spilled guts
who is going to clean them up?
cracked skulls, bloodshot eyes
sobriety makes me one with the ground and
tears me into shreds like it's nothing, like i never even meant something
who is going to call my bluff?
mouth shut, mind screaming
i did this to myself
i am not made for this world, not meant for this heartache
who is going to read this?
YOU ARE READING
Raspberry Breath
PoetryA collection of poems I've written in the last few months, which brutally took my breath away. I was dying. I was dying until you breathed the life back into me and it tasted like raspberries.
