last week I told myself
that if the glass were to drop
and break, I'd do it.
just to feel something, I'd put a piece of
glass to my wrist and cut.
and I'm not sure what scares me more,
the fact I was so calm and assured
or that I was sad the glass cup didn't
break.
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thoughts
Poetry"sticks and stones may break my bones but my thoughts will fucking kill me." welcome to the mind of a girl who has a lot to say but doesn't. *bare with me, the few parts aren't the best. it gets better, I promise :)* *genuinely just need an open sp...
