What's more tiring than a messed up mind
Where all I want to be is to be blind.
At least I won't see what I got to see
And will have no idea of what will be coming.
-/-/-/-/-/-/-
Still on a vacay but I got to put feelings into words.
YOU ARE READING
Overdosed
PoetryA collection of poems. From the heart. By the fingers. Through the mind.
