Poems from LivingIntheMiddle17
I told myself I’d rather be dead
Then let you touch me again.
These words I swore on my grave
And I carry them close to the wound in my...
How funny!
You fell down, down, down
Because of a cute little bunny
He’s late, you know
So don’t delay!
If you follow, you’ll get carried...
Torturous blood would be welcome in my veins
Hearts filled with agonizing wounds
Instead, there’s nothing -
Selfish emptiness took away...
Dreams are a fantasy in which we are all suffering
Filled with disillusioned visions and false hopes
Pouring sweet, fantasized lies...
Faces gleam in empty windowpanes
Pressed against the glass,
Glued, judging, watching as they invaded the domain
Their domain.
The hospital...