i don't even exist at this point.
i am just a body with a penchant for self destruction
all flesh and bone and failing organs
i am nothing and nowhere
and nonexistent.
i am nothing else.
nothing.
else.
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...
