"i dunno if we're monsters..." ★ poetry

alone

trigger warning for mentions of self-harm scars.

highs and lows. happiness and heartache.

being well liked was an amazing feeling. but i took a fall from grace.

scars line my arms and legs.
happiness drains from my eyes along with each tear.
memories line my skull. the good and the bad. and there were more good times than bad ones, thankfully.
but there's a gloomy veil that smothers my vision, and i struggle to laugh and smile at things that once brought me joy.

and after all that: i am alone.