i just need it to stop
need a hug that the
one thin line will
break and all of this will go like a
little things falling down
in winter
those which you put on
your tongue
to eat it.
but this...
this is different
this is so bitter
and
gross
that all of it looks
like sth you want to swallow fast as you can
or push away so far away
but what i can say,
sometimes it's even more scary to
have that somewhere out there than in
cause it all can come back .
that's why I swallow it
it's easier
i promise
let me in
cause i'm not how i look even with smile
even with laughing till my tears are out
cause everything is happening at one time
and i can't even throw this up.
YOU ARE READING
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