I don't know why I feel this.
This urge to go back.
Back to the way I was.
I thought I was over this.
I don't want to have these feelings.
Maybe it's you.
Or maybe it's just my ill mind.
My skins craving a feeling.
A feeling of tearing skin and rushing blood.
I remember the taste of freedom that I had.
The freedom of being free from myself... even if it was for only a moment.
I feel like I'm drowning.
It's holding me down.
Killing me so, so slowly.
I cut myself free and now I'm back.
Back to the way I was.
- Author: LostGirlSilenced ( Offline)
- Published: December 4th, 2017 22:36
- Category: Sad
- Views: 12
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