it's like you're a dead person walking
your body strained from blood
your back with bruises so bad
your eyes as white as empty as life
your shoes ragged because of the people it killed
you walked through the corridor
as if every step you make is every sin you made,
plenty
YOU ARE READING
whole poems from a broken girl
Randomwhy are the poems whole, when the author seems to be broken? cover by @babyblue997
