It's Cold Down Here on the Floor
10/01/2020 Abandoned by my stronghold
Down. Heavy. Lost. Uncertain. Hurt. Guilty. Scared. Unhealthy.
Even her emotions can't get it right. Lungs short, chest tight, pain about to burst with all her weak might. I still fought as the time ticked by. We had talked, you knew why; how could you not know why? Pills passed so easily; is that your way of saying "ssshhh, ssshhh"? Oh, settle now dear slow down the race in your mind that never really begins, and will never end. Aye, lover, f*ck you! A pat on the head and abandonment, I'm edging closer to losing faith in even your humanity. Where have you been? Where will you be? I'm at your f*cking door when you need me!
About the Creator
Melissa Oros
Macbre poetry. In 2013 I had an emotional breakdown. I notice now most of the inspiration comes from the darker place since then (before 2013), versus my older poetry being light, funny, passionate in love, etc.
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