There is a scar of trauma
reminding
you of an inheritance you
would rather not receive.
An uncomfortable secret
bonded to you like
the monsters once lurking in
the closet. Your closet.
A choice you wish you
could forget and take back,
but it tethers you to
a world you can only dream of
leaving behind.
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Caffeine and Me
PoetryA collection of poetry ranging from brain farts to exploring why I bother getting up in the morning. Most likely there is some form of caffeine to keep me awake (or alert) enough to type my thoughts out regarding my depression, struggles within my d...
