I'm 'gonna have to say the words I don't like, aren't I?
Momma told me this because she knew I was strong, but I didn't believe in myself.
Nine fucking years of banging my head and stretching my body until red blisters appeared from the broiling water from the shower on my back.
I just haven't realized it yet.
I'm 'gonna have to say the words I don't like,
aren't I?
YOU ARE READING
Flowers In My Lungs
Poetry. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . What in the world is this? Not exactly sure. Poetry and short stories for a person who is in or similar mental state as I am :(: Hi acquaintance, friend, per...
