Please notice me.
My breath,
My legs,
My hands,
My tears,
My scars.
Please notice me.
YOU ARE READING
THINKING ABOUT ME AT 3 A.M.
Poesiathese poems weren't written to be published. they are really personal and autobiographical, but I wrote them to find some kind of comfort. I thought that maybe I'm not the only one, searching for someone to understand me. So, if you do... I'm sorry...
NOTICE ME
Please notice me.
My breath,
My legs,
My hands,
My tears,
My scars.
Please notice me.