Biting through my skin
Feeling my teeth sink in
Releases me from my thoughts
My focus is on me
And me alone
As I come apart
I realise I only need my own
To make art
YOU ARE READING
flowers of the broken minded
Poetrypoems about the average thoughts of a struggling teenage girl
myself
Biting through my skin
Feeling my teeth sink in
Releases me from my thoughts
My focus is on me
And me alone
As I come apart
I realise I only need my own
To make art
