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toast--priest · 4 months
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I'm not posting this on Twitter, but I wanna share it, so here. I tried out poetry when I had a splitting headache
I feel like a ghost possessing a body
Pain present but faintly dull
Eyes feeling like their ping is fucked
I feel like an ethereal delusion
Finding solace in the pain truth
Making sure I'm still here
Left wanting, craving, needing agency
While I'm left here waiting
I have the knowledge, not the tools
Chain tying me to a place I feel unwanted
Wishing to claw my way out while I'm defanged
I hope I won't rot before I can bloom
Feel crazy with how people look at me
Like they still expect the previous me to exist
While I stand as a true me, not simulacrum
I just wanna live with wings all crave
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