10:35 pm
the water surrounds me
and it's just clear
as i grow near;
to crying...
but i refrain
and don't pull the drain.
for i need to calm myself.
to control my breathing
and stop the bleeding.
it stings
but i bite my lip
and tighten my grip.
my grip on the side
that holds in the pain
so i'll think i'm actually
s a n e.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
intoxicated // poetry || 01
Poesía[ 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. ███████...
