04/06/2022 - 22:45
i am a machine
i am programmed to do this and that
i am at the hands of working men
this makes me want to die
the feeling of not feeling
that is what destroys me
i want to breathe
i want to walk
i want to look
YOU ARE READING
poems about being disabled
Poesía[trigger warning for body horror, substance use, derealization/depersonalization, and graphic descriptions of disability. please proceed with caution] title says it all. please be respectful of my experience as a disabled teen. love you <3
