The sun has gone down. My blinds don't have anything to block. It's quiet, but my thoughts are still drowned by the repetitive ticks from the grandfather clock.
I sit on my bed, book in hand. I can't read though. My mind is numb.
YOU ARE READING
My Poems
PoetryHere are some poems I wrote. Some may be more pleasant than others, so I will add a trigger warning in the start of the chapter if it contains any suggestive themes. ⚠️Just a note: I do NOT own Among Us⚠️ Enjoy <3
