Some days I cannot cope
Every waking moment brings it's own terrors
And I feel like I'm done
The nicotine makes it slow
The sleep makes me calm
But you wake up and it begins again
Feelings come flooding
And focus is impossible
And on those days
I wish I could just fade away
Like the smoke from my lips
Disappearing into thin air
I envy it
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Ballad of an over thinker
PoesíaHealing from bad relationships in the form of words. Some might be personal but hopefully this can help someone.
