Chapter 8
Jog (TW)
☆Faith☆ (A Series Of Poems)
TW: Brief mention of self-harm
The wind in my hair
It flaps and hits me so
The tingly sensation in my mind
That lets everything bad in the air go
The emptiness of mind
Of feeling
That beatiful beatiful feeling
Of not knowing where you'll end up
Not knowing if today you're conquering a hill
Plateau
Soil
Gravel
A sidewalk
The grand feeling of being free
Aludes me
But not today
Because today I won't run
Instead my thoughts reign terror
As the knife draws closer
Closer
Scratch
Originally released on: April 16 2018