Whispers flying off my lips
Falling down
Becoming bricks
Smashing reds
Against the walls
Pushing me onto the bed.
Words demolish
Screams destroy
Crossing lines that shouldn't be
Hands that touch
What isn't me.
I am not here.
Here is not real.
I am small, becoming smaller
Disappearing in thin air
You can't find me
I can't find me
Hide and seek game of despair.
Finger painting words on dust
Proof of life left for myself
Get that body up.
Wake up.
Run.
Awake.
Be strong.
You must.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
When angels fall
PoesiaA book of thoughts, pains and joys, served cold. No sugar to sweeten it up. i'm but a throbbing cluster of pain waiting longing to be released into nothingness
