Poems from layla_
I am bitter
I am lonely
I am the waves crashing against the rocks, killing anything that comes into contact with me
And I am the body...
there is a child inside of me
she likes to cry for no reason, with tears straight from the oil coated ocean
she pounds on the golden gates...
i died for the first time when i was fourteen
sitting on a hotel room floor in the wake of a hurricane, my mind crumbled as the lightbulb...
there are ghosts in my hallways, skeletons in my closets, and nightmares sewn into my clothes
everywhere i look is a monster waiting to...
Outside my bedroom window, the wind whistles and whines
It is screaming for mercy again,
It is screaming for one more chance to be...