As I vomit my words,
Forth onto the page,
Will you look on in disgust?
And tell me to try and find someone,
Who gives a shit.
Or
Will you examine my words,
and tell me:
"Don't worry, it happens, it'll go,
It always does."
YOU ARE READING
Stories between the lines: A collection of Poems
PoetryThe world is what you perceive it to be. These are short poems and haikus which I have been inspired to write by what has happened to me and those around me, giving you an insight to how I perceive the world around me. I do cover some self-harm and...
