I wake up every morning, slowly and grogily. Every day, I suffer from the profound amount of strain that comes from my own self destruction. My life is just a big cycle of continuity engulfed by repetition and the ever so slowly fading darkness. I say it's fading because I think I see a light over the horizon.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
In My Head
PoesiaThis is a collection of various poems that I've written over the past year and is my first official poetry book. Some of the poems are a bit cringy, but I intend to include all of them from the physical notebook that I have. I hope you, the reader...
