Poems from Barely_breathing
I lay in bed and listen to the sounds of the night
I hear the endless flow of cars
The rumble of the train
The crickets singing an...
They ask
"Are you afraid of dying"
I am not afraid of dying.
I am afraid of the pain of dying.
I am afraid of the moment blood flows...
Who am I?
I am made of many masks.
Each stacked up upon the other.
They have a mind of their own
And I sit back and watch my life...
I am...broken
I am a girl with cracks in her soul so deep they consume my consciousness.
I battle a depression that whips my back as I...
Why don't you love me?
He cried into my shoulder.
My love, how can I love you when I don't even love myself.