I bite
not only with words
when I mean bite
I mean that teeth fill the night
with tears in my eyes
and the pain fills the head
cause I said:
if you want to dream this high
then there needs to be perfection
without any exception
I feel with pain
but the truth is that
I don't know how to stop
cause I do it at all cost
and it all started when I was lost
sitting on my bed
fighting in my head
my hands in my hair
and breathing all the air
my eyes from left to right
never thought that I'd be right
I do bite
and fingers once unharmed
have now scars so deep
Hi there, I'm new and this is my first poem I publish. It's not perfect but it's all I have.