In this space, you can scream as your bones break.
You can curse the gods and heavens for all these scars and wounds.
You can bleed yourself out, and you won't hear a thing.
Weep like a child, howl like a madman, mourn for yourself—
till air finds its way back into your lungs;
until life finds its way back to you.
YOU ARE READING
See You On The Other Side
Poesía"Isn't it awful to find love at such a young age and be robbed of it for the rest of your life?" This is a collection of poetry and prose dedicated to every person who couldn't find a way to move forward from their past. To every person who loved so...
