while the noxious acid of hate corrodes me from inside out
while my desperate hands try to tear me apart
while my body numbs and my vision fades dark
somewhere
deep inside
i am dreaming of somewhere
happier
YOU ARE READING
silk thin threads
PoetryExcerpt: i hold on, sweaty hands grasping- at a thousand different silk thin threads: reasons to stay. Trigger warning: includes references and abstract depictions of depression, anxiety , suicide, self harm and mental illness.
