Bent just far enough to break

I have a lot of bad moments that flash around me just when my car crashes,

swerving uncontrollable,
almost self harming,
into your icy wall.

Shattered mEmOrIeS, failing dReAmS.. Negative ideals taking space in my head enough that I don’t feel my own breath.

And in the carnage of life’s toxic smoke, I’ve bent so far I’m breaking.

Loud tears.
Silent violence.
Motivation deserted.
Heart bleeding crimson.

Cry cause I need to
And run, runaway.. Cause the future is in ashes here.

Miss Mess



About iheartmess

A Middle Eastern Londoner 20-something living the 'western' life in between London and home.
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