I'm around 4'8,
I'm part Puerto Rican
and I'm quite punny.I'm emotional at all the wrong times
And I tend to make more wrong decisions then right
I love the color black
It's dark and mysterious;
it could hide so many secrets, or it could simply just hide a blank roomI've seen every episode of George Lopez at least twice
and I don't have many friends
I love 90s cartoons and birthday cake ice cream
I love the idea of love but I am scared to commit
I'm not heterosexual and my faith in God started to die when my grandpa got sick
My grandpa never played a huge role in my life but seeing a person slowly die
and lose memory of everything
they've ever known
just does something to a personI've kind of always had depression, but it seems in these recent years to have gotten stronger
As depression grew stronger, a new seed sprouted
it's always needing to be watered
and because I've had it so long, I've named it;
I call it anxiety, such a beautiful name, isn't it?
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Spilt
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I wrote about my life thus far I'm basically just spilling all my beans