Torn Apart
I love this feeling
I live on it,
Thrive on it
I feel it bubble and pop in my veins
I feel it constrict my lungs
Twist and turn and
Contort and cry out
The words swallowed whole
As my heart withers and wrenches
But the black spreads
And the pain is fueled
And yet
I
Want
More.
But I hate this
I hate how it drowns my head
Shatters my thoughts
And pulls me down
Restrains me to the bed
I hate this feeling in my chest,
This monster never at rest,
It withers and waits
It wrings out my screams
Like they’re picturesque
And they seem to be
It constricts in my chest
Like the monster is dying to get out
It crawls inside me
And it lives on me
It thrives on me
And
I
Can’t
Breathe.
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