It is time for me to leave home, yet again, as I have so many times before.
To walk away from the table still hungry.
Empty handed, unseen, unheard.
Not your fault, not mine, just is.
YOU ARE READING
The thoughts I think.
Poetry•Poems, and quotes from the deepest, most beautiful, scariest, darkest depths of my heart and soul. •Daily pain struck words, given to you by yours truly. •Trigger warning. Self-harm, hurt, pain, etc. So much pain out into the smallest amount of w...
