10:21 pm
i'm sick of screaming
tired of trying,
but oh,
is my smile beaming.
it's strained and dying,
slowly, as i'm crying.
this pain in my chest...
god, won't it rest?
won't it just stop?
my eyes gleam
i let out a scream.
it echoes against these empty walls
as a tear come out and falls.
i'm sick of screaming
tired of trying...
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. ███████...
