Poems from KristinaElise_7
How can I pretend
that I’m trying to be healed
when my pain is addictive
and my punishment sealed.
The screams that I give
are the...
I start as a choice,
and end as a disease.
I am proud of your hunger,
and proud of your pain.
The dull emptiness
motivates my game.
I...
Tired eyes glance quickly
At an old, dusty clock
On a gray, solitary wall.
Ten more seconds.
I can survive for ten more seconds.
10...
Living life behind the disguise
of an eternal #realityfilter
Portraying a face as black and white
Which hide the true colors of myself...