I wish I could sum it up into feelings,
And maybe even words, all I know,
And I can't handle the feelings,
Time it's mother fucking flying,
I can't handle it, here I am my heart stuck sinking, And I hate it here in the world, burning this God damn house down,
Dancing in the embers,
And crying with the ashes,
As they fall peacefully back to earth.
No you wouldn't understand a single thing,
From Kicking up ash, to broken blisters torn and plastered back,
Thinking but ain't that fucking sick?
The way skin blisters and tears to heal again?
And here you are dancing along anyway?
YOU ARE READING
When Sanity is Lost
PoetryAnd I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
