Raised voice,
words splattered everywhere.
Head down,
leaking faucet.
One too many times,
reaction cold.
Wanting to disappear,
had enough of the load.
Fear of trying,
scared of dying.
Ledge so tempting,
now Im flying.
YOU ARE READING
The lone window
PoésiePoetry, possibly. . Feelings seem to come out in words, words can cut and scar, scars can help to make one become better. It is either you climb up or you fall. I chose to fall.
