I want to forget.
I want my heart to bleed.
I want your image to die.
I want love to become amnesia.
My heart to become steel.
My attitude acidic.
I want to not feel human.
I want not to smile.
Not to laugh.
Not to heal this broken side.
I want to be gone.
But what I really want.
Is for you to also be empty inside.
YOU ARE READING
Mixed Creations
PoetryI see things around me and I want to speak about it moreover rant. Because once I had no voice and writing became my voice. My words are my weapons yet their my savior. These pieces are connected closely to my personal life and from the world around...
