The very thing that made me
It has escaped me
Stay with me for a second
Imagine your body and being as a balloon
When you're happy the balloon is full and fun
But when you're sad it lies there, a useless latex sack
And you let all my helium out
You popped me
You never filled me back up
I will never be the same person again
Because you have stripped me of my helium
You have taken with you my ability to breathe
And now instead of a latex sack
I am a body filled with blood
And I no longer see the difference
YOU ARE READING
My Kitchen Sink
PoetryAre you searching for purpose? Then write something, yeah it might be worthless. -Twenty One Pilots This is my worthless writings, for a kitchen sink to you is not a kitchen sink to me. Stay street.
