This pain, it throbs through me
It's in my knuckles as my fist makes contact with the pavement
It's the only way I can stop crying
Take away the other pain
Embracing that throb
Embracing the blood on my knuckles
It will get me through
ESTÁS LEYENDO
What the F*** did I get into?!
PoesíaA woman. Some words. And a keyboard. One woman's attempt at poetry to help her get through her mental issues. This will be updated and probably never completed.
