on my lowest of lows
under the stars
when all the disappointment
crawls back in
guilt of escape
heavy on my heart
it's bittersweet
'cause i love the dark.
(does it make sense? it doesn't? okay.)
YOU ARE READING
Burning.
Poetry..For anyone who's suffering out there, fighting with your own set of demons. ( you're not alone, you know.) Dedicated to one of my closest friends, H.
