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Pain
Extracted
Reaching
Internal
*****
Damage
I got blood on your flannel,
It's seeping through my pants
And it's on my phone screen
I hope I stop bleeding soon
Before people can see it.
I don't want them to know
What I've been doing in the bathroom stall here at school.
I don't want you to know either.
I'm sorry
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who do you love dear child ?

who do you  love ?





they walked together thru the woods





Never really told each other anything

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They thought if they just hung together

It would be enough




( It wasn't )

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why do you love dear child ?

Why do you love ?

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Do you know

What you can really do together ?





Who do you love dear child ?

Who do you love ?



.
When my daily visit  
Becomes 2 hours too long
When my guitar stands alone
I know it's time to play on
When I'm not here
The circuits don't cease
Everything in my world
Is poetry...
I can't get no air.
Not enough.
My chest hurts.
Panic.
What's happening?

Slowly calming down again.
Oxygen.
Being able to move.
Finally.
That was strange.

In pain again.
The feeling of not getting enough air.
It happens a lot.
Random moments of pain.
And breathing diffeculties.

It is just stress.
I tell myself.
This makes me feel sick.
Most likely it is just stress.
Thank you stress for everything.
You hold in your hands
The colour of your day
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