I take deep breaths,
But I still want scream.
Nothing works,
Just the thoughts of being
Myself again.
YOU ARE READING
sober thoughts
Puisivolume i "she wrote it down, she kept record of them all. words expressing past emotions, details of what transpired with who, what and where. she might call it poetry or perhaps a diary but all I saw was a paper filled with words written in denial...
