09:54 10/03/2019
the bathroom door
is broken again
an imprint visible
a mark
dark
to show the impactwhat if
that hit
landed on my skin
like it did
when i was a kidthe words
sieved
through a wooden door
that's all
that was saving me
from the other worldinside the bathroom
smiles and dreams
the future just seems
so bright
juxtaposed
with whatever this isoutside
i would rather not know
could i stay in here
and hidewhat if
the door didn't exist
what would be the sieve
would would be the wood
where would the imprint land
of not on meis that the reason
behind my crooked face
why my eyes aren't even
and my expression so fakehas my mind just shifted
oh shit
it's happening
i need to go back
to hidingsince everything is okay
for everyone else
and her ears hurt
what do i saywhatever
whatwver
whatever
it's okay
it's okay
just hate
but it's okay09:59 10/03/2019
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petal poetry
Poesieyour flower face and rosy cheeks floral dress on petalled skin fast written poetry raw thoughts from my brain have a little piece of me and please enjoy your stay