"I'm losing my mind," he screamed
like screaming
would help him cope
like screaming
would change anything
but it doesn't
waiting until 1 AM
to lose your mind
was like trying to touch the sun
you'll just get
b
u
r
n
e
d
in the process
So I whispered,
"or we could be poetic
and lose our minds
together"
YOU ARE READING
Tainted
Poetryd e a t h what an elusive thing Terrifying, but b e a u t i f u l. --- Tainted is an ongoing collection of poems and things that strike a little too close home to my tortured soul.
