Bella Wingrove
Stories (4/0)
A Continuous Uphill Battle
You pushed me to the highest, I’m never coming down, I was so low at a point, that I was ready to fucking drown. Smile slowly gone, laughter never to appreciate. My heart burstin out, not even one couldn’t imagine it. So low to want to disappear, back when my life was nothing to even live. To be done with my life, to be done with who I am, who I ever was, was nothing but a memory to never have. The cuts so deep, enough to want to bleed, enough to see the true danger behind all those reeves. Behind the curtains, no one could see, no one wants to see, how far you could push someone, and how far they could push themselves.
By Bella Wingrove4 years ago in Poets
Dying with Expression
These feelings coming over me, Feels like I can’t hold it, I hold my breath each day hoping that I can slow it, I never had this in myself, Thought it was a phase, Thought this living cell, Was nothin but a bad a raise, These lips moving faster, Actions getting harder, This life for me is just a quest, Nothing I can’t conquer. My emotions getting drowned, by my illness, it’s slowly killing me, I try not to harm myself, but instead fcuking blinded me.
By Bella Wingrove4 years ago in Poets
I Only Loved the Thought of You
It’s been a while since we spoke, perhaps a couple of weeks? The time has truly passed, and things have indeed changed. But those fucked up memories they will forever stay, they are engraved in my head, I place my roses where I lay.
By Bella Wingrove4 years ago in Poets