05-02-2015, 09:44 AM
Sounds in the hall,
the loud privacy of
individual crisis.
I look out the window, the grass I haven't felt in days.
I am so extremely tired.
Exhausted.
Numb.
After a long time,
it seeps through my battered skin.
This really happened,
It happened.
It happened.
It happened.
I shake and shudder, salt crusting my cheeks.
The night I tried to die,
I got a new life.
I don't think I like this one, either.
the loud privacy of
individual crisis.
I look out the window, the grass I haven't felt in days.
I am so extremely tired.
Exhausted.
Numb.
After a long time,
it seeps through my battered skin.
This really happened,
It happened.
It happened.
It happened.
I shake and shudder, salt crusting my cheeks.
The night I tried to die,
I got a new life.
I don't think I like this one, either.
Sometimes I feel like writing poetry and sometimes I watch Netflix. No judging.