i didn't understand impact
i thought i was living like a
moon crater
you talk of tears you talk
of tears and i am not the
thread that was pulled
i was the thread that was ripped
my mind is moving faster than
a car alone at night my mind
is a car alone at night
SHUT UP my lips are sore
a natural association with
your name you're against
the wall, my wall, you asked
and i'm blunt and it hurts,
fist through the wall fist
through the brick IS THIS
WHAT PAIN IS? your heart
in my hands your heart far away
why don't you just rip a lung out
and we'll call it even, i don't need
those anyways, not when my
chest is collapsing in on itself
regret repeat regret delete
why do i value my own pain
why did i think i was cool?
at least cool people are nice
i am never not i am not nice
SO PLEASE WRITE ME AN EPITAPH ABOUT
WHO I WAS SEVEN HOURS AGO BEFORE
I TRIED I TRIED AND I DESTROYED
//poem and pic are mine.
YOU ARE READING
hiraeth.
Poetry(n) homesickness for a home that you can't return to, or never was. pictures, lyrics, quotes and poetry. some is mine, some isn't. cover photo isn't mine.
