A part of me believes I should have met my starving raven
eagerly waiting for me,
a part of me wishes I met my raven that day after school
if the acid I was pouring into my severed flowers
consumed body,
Would I still be here?
The body I'm in wants me gone
But why won't anything work?
Why can't I be brave enough?
I'm giving all the signs,
everybody is seeing right through me
nobody is listening to me
and my raven is slowly dying without me.
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The Muse Of Nature & Incomprehensible Torture (poetry & prose)
PoetryThis collection of poetry and prose is all about my life, from the very beginning to very recently. It's a tale of my childhood, relationships of all kinds, all sorts of breakups, trauma, the ups and downs of being a teenage human, and the waves of...
