I remember not wanting to go.
Little did I know,
This would not change.
The outside world is so strange.
They don't have a clue,
Why my favorite color is blue
It's the same color as my tears
I already knew my fears
At the age of four
"Don't end up like mom passed out on the floor"
How am I supposed to forget and play
When I don't have permission to say what I want to say
YOU ARE READING
saving the world
Poetrythe story of why healers and lovers are here. i wanted to write my life story in hopes to find my tribe. wherever you are, you're not alone.
