What's wrong? you've been asking.
I simply say I'm fine.
my mind, a darkened stairwell
emptiness is all I can find.
It's not that I feel okay,
It's more so I can't explain
why I flinch,
and why I my mind won't let me feel sane.
if you want an answer,
I guess it's because:
every time you make a loud noise,
just a quick sudden thud,
I'm scared you'll hit me
hard enough
for me to see
my own
blood.
he wasn't just a gentle ocean wave,
he was a flood.
One I can
Never drain.
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all the things I never said
Poetry"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." -robert frost A collection of heartbreak, trauma, childhood nostalgia, and love written by yours truly. and without further ado.. here are all the things i never sai...
