oh little butterflies!
sorry i have to break my promises
to let you stay in my wrists
to be patiently waiting for you to be able to fly
to keep you alive
the voices in my head,
they're too loud
that it bothered my sleep
and i barely can't stop them
but.. there's a way
the only way to stop them
to get them out of my head
it's by killing you
i'm sorry
please forgive me
17/12/18
YOU ARE READING
well, this is me trying to speak my mind
Poetry"How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it's just words." - David Foster Wallace.
