You are my Narcan
You won't let me get high
And though you keep me breathing
You also make me want to die
YOU ARE READING
The Weeping Woods
PoetryAgony in the form of stanzas, words in the form of little silent cries. I made the cover but I don't own any of the pictures. !There's also quite a bit of explicit language!
Narcan
You are my Narcan
You won't let me get high
And though you keep me breathing
You also make me want to die
