it's unexplainable
it creeps up on you at your weakest moment,
then takes up whatever's left of you
and smashes it
into a million
tiny pieces.
we're all drowning in a sense;
some people just hold their breath
much better than others.
i'm a bomb waiting for time to run out
a gun waiting for the trigger to be pulled
a soul waiting to feel fulfilled.
ČTEŠ
3:00 A.M.
Poeziethis is my first poetry collection that focuses around many themes such as love, depression, and hope. thank you for taking the time to read it. feedback is much appreciated! -g.m.f (@/wishingindark on instagram) - *give credits if you use any of th...
