Nothing Ever Ends Poetically
Nothing Ever Ends Poetically1 min 215 1 min 215
There's nothing poetic about
Crying in a corner where no one can see
Holding your breath and sobbing
Behind the door for hours
So no one will know
How your bones are giving up
Carrying the weight of your sadness.
Nothing ever ends poetically
It ends and we turn it into verses
All the blood and all the ache
Has never been poetic
It was always just red
But we write about it anyway
Hoping one day, it'll heal the pain.