I sit here with my earphones in. Bad against the wall. The world is silent but my mind is loud. The world is peaceful but my heart is racing. My breaths come in uneven intervals. In, out, in, out. My hands are shaky, my nails bitten to the bed. My eyes are red and bloodshot, my wrists are stained red and honesty darling? I wish I was dead.
~02:55am
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts from a book I'll never write
PoetryJust a book filled with my erratic thoughts and stories that will never become more than a few sentences on a page. I'm really bad at writing so I wouldn't get your hopes up
