my hands won't stop shaking,
why do you change me?
i feel nothing, think nothing,
yet my pulse is still racing.
let you go, let me go,
i've quit holding on;
my mind is fine
but my body's not strong.
YOU ARE READING
ampersand
Poetrya collection of trash poetry from a girl who tries to treat people with kindness although many have been unkind to her
