9:20 pm
deep inside
where nothing's fine,
i know i've sadly
l o s t m y m i n d .
i sit in despair,
knowing,
nothing will help repair.
my broken self
that sits on the shelf
like a lonely doll
that has been toyed
that has been left,
torn apart,
dirty and destroyed.
nobody wants something
broken,
something filled with too much
e m o t i o n,
and that cries it's heart out
like an ocean.
so here i sit,
wanting to quit
but i just can't - for the sake of you
so here i'll be, sad like the color blue.
YOU ARE READING
intoxicated // poetry || 01
Poetry[ book 01 - completed ] emotions are not meant to be bottled up, and i knew at the second your breath intoxicated my lungs, that emotions were meant to be wild, spread out, and if you can survive the journey, it'll be one hell of a story. ███████...
