Poems from weepingwillowtree
You know that train I was talking about?
I think it took a wrong turn
Cuz now i just feel misplaced...
If i jumped on a train
Where would it take me?
How far would I ride it?
Would I be free?
A passenger on its many painted boxcars
A tourist...
They start from the moment i wake up
“You piece of shit” “go kill yourself”
“Your pathetic...
hey you,yes you, the person reading this?I've been there too you know.swept under by the waves of depressioncrippled by dark thoughts ...
Ink
It leaves a black stain
Where the needle grazed my skin
Marking a moment of impulse and rebellion
When my body wanted to hurt
But my...