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late night thoughts not allowing me to sleep deep enough to weep instead of water my face is covered in blood body tucked in warmest sweater still I somehow feel the cold cold air seeping through the gaps I never noticed they were closed when we hugged her pictures make me a little warm she makes blood flow in my heart instead of poison but am reminded about her absence as I bleed only poison her face was the sun, light now covered by these clouds I try to find solace knowing that the sun is still shining on someone who is fortunate rumours about me stab me harder than reality their words feel like am being cut by diamonds that never mends my real name even I have forgot ******* loser, ugly face I have got used to dreams crashing faster than light credit card running out of it’s might nothing in the world seems right buy me a rope I shall hang tight late night thoughts not allowing me to sleep
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Jun 6, 2025
Jun 6, 2025 at 4:52 PM UTC
Late Night Thoughts
late night thoughts not allowing me to sleep deep enough to weep instead of water my face is covered in blood body tucked in warmest sweater still I somehow feel the cold cold air seeping through the gaps I never noticed they were closed when we hugged her pictures make me a little warm she makes blood flow in my heart instead of poison but am reminded about her absence as I bleed only poison her face was the sun, light now covered by these clouds I try to find solace knowing that the sun is still shining on someone who is fortunate rumours about me stab me harder than reality their words feel like am being cut by diamonds that never mends my real name even I have forgot ******* loser, ugly face I have got used to dreams crashing faster than light credit card running out of it’s might nothing in the world seems right buy me a rope I shall hang tight late night thoughts not allowing me to sleep
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Jun 6, 2025
Jun 6, 2025 at 4:52 PM UTC
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