14/09/2018
It feels right when you're with me.
But so wrong at the same time.
This euphoric feeling, staying quiet.
The painful screams, crawling through my heart.
Death seems so close by, yet so far away.
Wanting to rip my skin off.
Who am I?...
YOU ARE READING
Poems and Writings
PoetryI fill in blank papers with my words. My thoughts and ideas work faster then my hand. Poetry and writings are written before I realise it. My hand and mind make up words. Enjoy those useless thoughts. Those spit out words. I love you 💓
