You keep hurting yourself,
don't you?
Over and over -
there isn't much more
your body can take.
Nothing stings more
than the realisation
that there is no one else to blame
except you.
Sweat,
blood and tears
is all you know.
Keep going,
and you'll be drowning
in all of it.
Nothing is worth
the cost of yourself.
blood runs out
YOU ARE READING
Titles are Overrated
PoetryThis is the equivalent of Notes app on your phone, so yeah, exposing myself. I guess it's considered poetry. Enjoy. :)
