That night wasn't even that bad
I've done so much worse
I've made it to where I was dizzy
I've been where I couldn't breathe
That night was just a small dose
It barely did anything for me
It was hardly a scratch
It didn't even soak my shirt
That night was a reminder
Of how alive I can be
Of how I can bleed and burn and hurt
Of how my heart's still beating
That night was just a taste
It makes me crave for more
It makes me wish I hadn't stopped
It makes me wonder why I did
That night was hardly a lot
I can see individual lines
I can trace over one at a time
But I can't count them on my hands
YOU ARE READING
Silent Screams
PoetryPoems I wrote myself. All of them are original. (Can be triggering.)
