Grabbing my hair
Scratching my neck
And slitting my wrists
Feeling my lungs getting drunk
Having my brain being drained
Hoping for someone to come and save me.
Closing my eyes
Walking on thin ice
Trying living my life
Being home is not safe anymore
And being alone it's what I'm made for
I know this will end
I know this was nothing
But I hope for a better loss
And a warmer world
I am lost
I want to go home
Let me fall asleep, not fall apart
Grabbing my hair
Rubbing my eyes
Oh, I think I'm blind
Hitting my head against the wall
Scratching my neck
Falling on the floor
Come and get me
Hide my scars
Hide my bruises
Hide my whole life
YOU ARE READING
Dead Poetry
PoetryΤον τελευταίο καιρό, νιώθοντας υπερβολική πίεση, νιώθοντας χαμένη στις σκέψεις μου και στο μυαλό μου, θέλοντας να εκφραστώ μέσα από την λογοτεχνία για αυτά που συμβαίνουν σε εμένα αλλά και στον καθένα από εμάς , αποφάσισα να αρχίσω ένα βιβλίο, στο ο...
