10:10 pm
you won't leave my mind.
so here i sit and try to find;
find a way to somehow sleep.
but i just cry and weep.
my back is against the wall
and i stare up at the ceiling,
feeling my arms peeling
from the deep cuts they now show.
i can't do it.
not without you.
i need you to talk to me and
help me through it;
but you can't anymore.
and now i can't sleep
now you're stuck in my mind.
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. ███████...
