Feeling like theres no one really here to hold me....
Others have tried but they can’t find me....
I’m lost...
*Tears*
T-hrowing tantrums...
E-ven as I get pulled out of poetry's hold
A-re you sure you want to be there for me It could be quite difficult..
R-ings were made for martyrs....
Strings around necks....
Salty tears fall hard as I try to clarify this souls pain....
Pray I feel merciful
And you don’t meet the
Internal
Narcissist that resides within my bodies core
Welcome to me spreading wings and writing loves joy....
This poet shouldn’t be in so much pain but she is....
Lashing out...
Staking out....
Wanting to murder...
Challenge and intrigue...