someone once
asked her what
being triggered
was like. she closed
her eyes and thought
of planes crashing and
car accidents but instead said
the beach,
falling asleep under direct sun
only to wind up drowning
when you open your eyes, gargling
salt water where once had
been air, forgetting how
to swim and knowing you could die
right there.
- n i k a y
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Perfect Depression
PoetryThis is for the girls who have the tendency to stay up all night listening to music that reminds of their current situation. Who hide their fears, hurt, pain, and tears under their smiles and laughs all on a daily basis. The girls who wear their hea...
