i havent posted a morning poem in a while so here's one I wrote 8 days ago.
betrayal
to trust
oh what strength is required
for the dinner demons
will often win.
watch as this vessel is
stabbed in the back
where does the strength go?
all of the
words
memories
lies
love
spills from the soon
hollow body
maybe,
regrets will replace the emptiness of
the presence
but NOW.
everything goes
until i bleed out.
[p.s. sorry for replying a lot less lately i would love to help more of you but i am doing a little more mental care for myself. hope you understand. love you x]