they aren't butterflies.
they're secrets hiding behind my teeth,
with claws like a bear and whispers full of lies.
through my teeth, they seethe.
if the truth should set me free,
why do i feel like it knocks me down?
and if i was supposed to bring him with me,
why did he only drown?
i scrape my knees,
and attempt to bind my wounds,
but i still climb trees,
and try to fill empty rooms.
i opened the door
for people that didn't care.
who knew the lock was so poor?
why did i dare?
- java
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diaphanous
Poetrydiaphanous is a collection of various poems written by java around 2014-2016 about enduring parental emotional abuse and bullying at school as well as navigating through major depression, social anxiety, and generalized anxiety.
