Poems from LillianMills
pressure is physical
reality is suffocating
pain becomes reality
mentally im breaking
i sleep thirteen hours
just numbing my brain
pick out...
Too much
built up and boiled over,
Triggered by cold front
each first is worst
yearly,
I die.
Too much
built up and boiled over,...
nothing matters
watch as life goes on
shatter in shadow
until the rise of dawn
scream into the void
deaf to the broken
left destroyed...
It's truly a talent of mine
seeing the best in the worst people
drawing love from unloving people
convincing myself of
impossibility
It'...
i like the way you touch me
when you run your fingertips across my back
down my spine
i like when you wrap your arms around me
pulling...