Help
Sitting rotting in my bed
Nothing else to say
Nobody to say it too
Leaning into nothingness
I'm sorry my room is a mess
It's the only place I can stand being
The mess you see matching the one inside me
Rotting In a old T-shirt
It was the only thing I wound wear for months
It made me feel safe because it was big
You couldn't see the curves underneath
That I tried so hard to hide
The thoughts I try so hard to not hear
The thoughts inside my head scare me
YOU ARE READING
My unsaid thoughts-February
Poesiepoems I've written about love, heartbreak and day to day life as a teenage girl<3 -your author
