when you pass me in the halls
you can't even look my way
is the guilt of what you did to me
drowning you?
or, is it the fact that you feel none?
you feel nothing
and it's funny
because i would like nothing more
than to see your blood
run like a river;
washing away
into obscurity.
- S.M.
"river of obscurity"
YOU ARE READING
i feel more than other people
Poetrythis poetry collection embraces mental illness, trauma, passion, anger, and family relations through vast seas of words. my hope is to inspire others by turning raw heartache into relatable moments. warning: this book contains potentially sensitive...
