It's Black and white. What have I done?
The sharp pain enters my side.
Fells like glass in my spleen.
My eyes scrunch down.
My hands grip my stomach.
I breathe in dry matter.
My brain is telling me to stop.
But I am now dependant.
There is something I want.
I feel the burning in my face.
I wish I never started.
I have disappointed you.
But I can't return to my past goals.
The ropes have tied me down.
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