I was so close
to finally drowning
under the weight of living
to snapping all my daisies myself
to trampling the whole meadow myself
—and then I didn't.
I didn't.
I didn't.
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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...
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I was so close
to finally drowning
under the weight of living
to snapping all my daisies myself
to trampling the whole meadow myself
—and then I didn't.
I didn't.
I didn't.
