Written 3/22/17
Let's break records,
not skin.
Let's kill the demons,
not feed them.
Let's build bridges where they're needed,
and burn them down where they're not.
Let's not only conquer this homophobic town,
let's conquer the pain, too.
Let's bandage these wounds,
and not make any more.
Let's promise to try our hardest,
even when times are harder.
Let's get through this together.
For better,
or for worse.
In sickness,
and in health.
I got you.
v.e.s.
YOU ARE READING
Cardboard Lungs
Poetry"Demons floating in my morning cereal." "Ink isn't the only thing bleeding tonight." A collection of my poetry. *I do not promote self harm or any other negative coping skills. My poetry is my outlet for preventing those actions in my own life, so I...
