Wooden tables, scattered notes
Half written letters, rubbed out with words I could never say
The air is filled with whiskey, coffee and cigarette smoke
Inhaled to the top of my lungs
The blank walls stare back at me
A reflection of my mind
I can't process a single thought, yet voices swarm my head
I'm fine, my chest is moving
It looks like I'm breathing
But inside I'm suffocating.
I just want to break free
Break this chrysalis and spread my wings
Then die after 14 days
Because this ugliness on the inside is too heavy
No matter how pretty a butterfly looks
Wtf am I writing. What am I doing with life. I'm so lost and confused I swear
YOU ARE READING
Faded shades of black and blue
Poetry"I had it all, and watched it fall Yet loneliness is the only one that stayed through it all My one true constant, my only companion" A Short collection of poems I wrote, because marking my soul in ink is the only way to hold on to sanity.
