Burying thoughts
Watch myself drown
I got lost in my sleep
Pick up a knife
Murder all the pain
Then I watch it bleed
Sighing on a regular
Called my past self bipolar
But she was crazy
I'm in my own world
It flows with milk and honey
But still it stings my tongue
All shattered not bothered
All broken in pieces
I Painted Anger In Nude.
YOU ARE READING
Ab"sin"the
PoetryPoetry that comes right from the heart, and is born into existence.
