Possible triggers(?)
I'll wait until my skin is as red as the blood that will trickle out of my arms and legs.
Till the fog is so thick that I can't see and it stings my eyes and it hurts to breathe.
Other nights
I'll wait until my lips are as blue as the tiles on the shower walls.
Till my teeth chatter and my arms shake.
Till there are goosebumps all over my body.
And some nights
I won't care
I'll just turn on the water not caring what temperature it's at and sit down on the cold hard tiled floor and stay there for who knows how long
Till my breaths are only sobs or hiccups hidden underneath the sound of the water spitting and hitting the tiled floor and music so loud that the neighbours could hear it.
And I would sit there, just listening to my thoughts, listening to them telling me how I've f*cked up, how when and why, how I've lost so many people, how no matter how many people I am around, I am still alone, forever and always.
Written by myself.
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Meraki
Poetrymeraki (v.) to do something with soul, creativity, or love; to put something of yourself into your work. this is a collection of my messy poems, short stories and lyrics. they may not make much sense to you but they make sense to me. } poetry orders...
