Today feels like it's been five days, and i'm trying to figure out how i should process it all on my own, but i should, i can't lie and say that i'm not terrified of the next, of what's to come, there are a million and one things, thoughts and instances rolling around in my head right now, but even with the noise, even with the damage, even with everything that is, all i really want to do is sleep.
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Until she was happy
PoetryHappiness is a privilege and i talk deep so this whole book is a possible trigger warning. Don't look at this as a way to find peace in your darkness, this doesn't offer that, look unto this as a way to hurt with someone else, and find peace in the...
