#heamorrhage
Every day is a concussion,
where I feel that
my thoughts are suffering
from blunt force trauma.
Slumped within the confines
of self..
Blood vessels burst in a rainbow
of fluctuation and I think
was it all worth it.
Should I have let that last thought
haemorrhage.
Instead of getting up again and again...
Realising that after the first reaction I should
have stayed down ,Succumbing to the
eventuality.
That I could be what I wanted, what I thought
I could become. I was like a flower,
Dying before it blossomed..
And all that was left
was dead memories
crushed before they could even show
there beauty.
Now just wilted dreams becoming nightmares.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 6:35 PM UTC