01.28.18
dedicated to maxinne
A lost soul captured
Deep, beneath, a cry for help
There's no escaping
There's no way of coping
Driven by toxicity
Drunk and apalled
Slashed by memories
And scarred with tragedies
Undestined whenever
Past, present, or future
Time may not bend for you
Leaving your body with no clue
YOU ARE READING
sᴇʟғᴛɪᴛʟᴇᴅ | ˡᶦᵗᵉʳᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ
Poetryjust poetic rants and love letters slow updates ongoing. mixed literary works
