Let the sun pass,
let it became night.
I thought, maybe
it will be fine after a night.
But the night became colder and colder
So cold, my skin numbed and burned
Left to ashes,
Left like dust.
scattering unreservedly in the wretched wind
Soon I reached a dead end,
Stagnant in my desolate mind,
I settled.
Settled for nothing.
Settled a little too comfortably.
With My body caged in nothing more cruel
than the abyss of my mind.
I feel like an empty tomb with
absolutely nothing.
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RandomShort paragraphs or poems if you call it. Just random pieces, mostly about depression, eating disorder n self harm. I will label the triggering ones. . . .
