prayers sent to gods i don't even believe in.
carefully folded, placed in envelopes with the heart i tore straight from my chest as a stamp.
hands gently clasped, tear soaked eyelashes tickling sorrow-tinted cheeks.
Please, please, please.
someone has to hear my screams.
i dont even know if I'm begging to erase you or for you to return.
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show me faith, i cant believe in you anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Bitter
PoetryFor when my thoughts get too bitter for my own head - Not chronological and probably only feels emotional to me. But #idc
