Sometimes my voice dies in my throat, buries itself beneath waves of crippling suffocation, burns itself out as cold hands tear at my laced skin. I have smiled while my eyes have cried and pleaded, my wrists numb, my lips wobbling and blue, and stars escaping this dark night that I'm trapped in. I long for a darkness...
Hi! This is my first proper crack at writing poetry. Highest rank to date 10th in #poem I was originally aiming for at least 13 different poems that could challenge you the reader, as well as channel my own views, thoughts, experiences and feelings or lack of. I have and still struggle majorly with many things in lif...