W I T H O U T Y O U
Without you
I can't feel anymore
this pain.
i can't breathe on my own.
you're gone,
and all i have is the walls that surround me.
my hands grow in warmth as I hold my own body
cradling myself just to keep the pain inside
i can't release it...
i can't let the pain out...
YOU ARE READING
her mess
PoetryAn outlet for feelings. The best way to explain my story and show the impact it has had on me is by writing it down. By reading my book, you will see the pieces of me that I prefer not to share with many, but I chose to write this down and share thi...
