my writing is coping.
my writing is better than the rivers of blood that were left behind on my thighs.
my writing helps me.
writing about the
sadness,
happiness,
unbearable,
sleepless nights,
hazy memories,
crystal clear memories,
and everything in between.
YOU ARE READING
•it seems okay•
PoetryYou know those thoughts you have at 3am and your mind is just everywhere?
