Pain is getting gentle and more gentle
Its making me find that differences have similarities
Its making me question if i should have died or paralyzed last night
The world can be pretty or ugly
You never have a chance to pick a side
The left and the right feel like a perimeter
You walk through it all in a circle
I keep choosing to die but death wants me to live
Im at war with no weapons
My battle is gentle
DU LIEST GERADE
NOTES I WROTE BLEEDING
PoesieIm healing from past pain and depression.I found a small book i used to write what i feel.How much the pain cut deep in me and no one ever noticed.It killed me but i couldn't express it. Thought id share it out .its pretty short lines filled with do...
