Before we met
I was consumed inside tragically to the point of numbness not even a tear was shed .
before we met
I was crowded by demons designated to screw up my innocence as it sparked enough rebellion for me to do the deed on my own and ruin myself by myself whilst they sat backstage watching the breaking scene .
" how hard would I fall" was their main bet.
before we met
I was a constellation with flaws running through my veins, fragile heart and a jaded soul entangled inside the vine; blinded much that I didn't know red wine would even wash my debt .
before we met
I was confronted by the beauty of this world but it couldn't be more worthless to me .
I define myself as nobody but a piece of meat with the ground glued on my feet so I drift sarcastically wondering how the hell they once called me nett
before we met
YOU ARE READING
THE BIG LITTLE BOOK
Poetry#1 slam #1 poet Semi diary semi poetry type of books. God can meet you in your rock bottom as well as on the top of your little mountain . In this book I talk about my mental health and how i overcame depression anxiety food disorders and addiction...
