You held my throat with your sharp knife like hands and cut the line between life and death
The voice in my head never stops asking
What do you want, girl? Life or death?
Neither, neither I want
I want back the me that was something without you
But you held onto my body so long, my skin turned into air and you reached right to my bones and left you marks there
What do you want, life or death?
Neither, neither I want
I want something in between
On my skin, all over my corpse it's written
I want to stop
Existing
YOU ARE READING
The blue flower that taught me how to live
Poetry''Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.'' -Herman Hesse Disclaimer: I don't own any of the videos, photos used for this book. Credits go out...
