25/F/In My Own World Writing to stay alive. I'm nothing but a fool with a pen and a limited vocabulary
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It was in that moment In the middle of the street Late at night, When my world was falling Apart that you put Your arms around me, And for a second I thought That maybe everything Would be okay.
I used to spend my nights Talking to you. Now I spend them alone Listening to sad music Reading sad poetry. Blood dripping down my hands, Thinking about all the things I would give to be in Your arms.
Mirror mirror on the wall How much longer must I fall? When will the night fade to day When will the sadness go away? When will my house feel like home again When will all the secrets end? When will I find someone to love me When will this life stop being lonely? I don't know how much more I can take. My mind's a levee that's starting to break.
I'm not always this Messed up. I promise. I'm not always this Insecure. I promise. I'm not always this Hard to love. I promise. But I will always be there For you. I promise.