my mind is racing for a home it will never reach.
my heart is pounding to a drum,
but its offbeat..
my fingers tremble
like a broken-legged person,
crumbling from all the pressure.
my body is breaking,
like fine china,
falling off a shelf..
but this time,
there is no one there to catch me.
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 1:07 PM UTC
my mind is racing for a home it will never reach.
my heart is pounding to a drum,
but its offbeat..
my fingers tremble
like a broken-legged person,
crumbling from all the pressure.
my body is breaking,
like fine china,
falling off a shelf..
but this time,
there is no one there to catch me.
