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Apr 2017
i'm sick of being a broken toy/
a parasite.
perhaps i belong to the dump.
perhaps amongst the dead.
i don't want attention. i'm just so so sad right now and i hate how i let things get to me and i feel like i'm going to drown in  my own tears and i'm half craving it all to just go away and half wishing i could just be with my boyfriend because he's the only thing that makes sense right now. i don't know.
blue mercury
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blue mercury  22/Non-binary/these soft crying clouds
(22/Non-binary/these soft crying clouds)   
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     ---, Glass and The Sick Red Carnation
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