28/F/San Diego Im quite horrible at self description.
I'm not a poet. Or a writer. I just share for self therapy because my thoughts in my mind are at full capacity. 11 followers / 264 words
what lives do they live? As they walk their dogs? Pay taxes. Get gas. Make dinner? Is this life? What life do I live? Locked doors? Mace in hand? No red car? No murderer??
I wish I could do something destructive With no repercussions But I cant, So the fire stays within me. Melting my heart, burning my skin. From bone to dust And light to sin.
The fear you've instilled in me will only push me more to gain the peace I need. So make me bleed Bring me to my knees One day, I will rise. No more saying not if but when Because you will never bring me down again