no one understands the way that i think
so i speak but the things that i think won't speak
so i never speak and i continue to think
but the things that i think set me on the brink of needing or wanting to learn how to speak
should i think
should i speak
should i continue to breathe
i think to myself 'i should speak what i think'
so i speak but the things that i think don't obey what i speak so i still continue to think
YOU ARE READING
matter over mind
Poetrykind of a rant book tbh. i write when i'm sad, and i post some of it in this. trigger warnings for depression, negative thoughts, and mentions of suicide. stay street, stay alive.
