1:45 pm
this life i live
is unbearable.
it's like living on repeat.
i'm a broken record player
in defeat,
slowly dying
as everyone continues prying.
prying me open to learn more
as sadness leaks from every pore.
i don't want to be here,
but i have no choice.
even though it's unbearable
this is the life i live.
BINABASA MO ANG
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. ███████...
