i don't mean to admit these things
like why i don't like being touched
or why i'm still afraid of the dark
i really don't mean to say it out loud
but something about this room
makes the words fall out of me
i am too comfortable here
my words are too comfortable here
and i can't hold it in
-over-sharing
YOU ARE READING
wilting roses
PoetryAnother collection of (bad) poems. *tw: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, drinking, suicidal ideation and self harm* -a collection of poems that document my experiences with my mental health throughout high school. a warning: i had a few undiagn...
