I got lines
on my wrists,
on my thighs
underneath
Yet you never
heard of me
complaining
for still living
or to be
in between
-k.l.p
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts of a Mad Person
PoetryCollection of poems by an old lost soul. Let's keep these thoughts between you and I. Throw the judgements through the window. And embrace each other's vulnerability. It's my void of fantasy to escape the harsh reality.
• scars •
I got lines
on my wrists,
on my thighs
underneath
Yet you never
heard of me
complaining
for still living
or to be
in between
-k.l.p
