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Sep 2020
my heartbreak tastes like lost childhood
while laying in bed with a wet pillow
and i feel my chest expanding until my lungs start to float
and they hide away inside the sky
now i have lost my ability to breathe
but that is fine it really is
i hated the feeling of having a skin or a body anyway
i never felt like it was mine anyway
i never felt like it functions properly anyway
i was never meant to be born.
why do you think is it that in my dreams i always die?
i hate writing because im not good at it i never was but it still feels good to pretend
and let out
Evie
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Evie  25/F
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