i really want to cease to exist because everything seems kind of hazy and my eyes are blurring and my vision is turning dark with blood that's draining from these tired veins and my eyes have turned blue and these shades of lilac won't be staining me anymore
WHO AM I?
if i let go right now will there be dust settling to the floor and memories swallow the hole that i have left and maybe it will grow flowers of pink that will bloom upon my eyelid and paper will cut my throat for me to bleed, and bleed and finally i can soar
WILL THIS ABIDE?
there is paint dripping onto my cheeks and i mumble these words into the cold winds that will carry these words to no one because who am i without these words and who am i without this empty soul and who am i to be this down but it's worldwide
WHO AM I?
- who i am
YOU ARE READING
growing wings | Completed
Poetry❝my freedom was at the cost of my sanity❞ how far would you go to earn your freedom, if it meant stripping away your happiness and losing your mind. freedom does not mean liberat...
