i'm so afraid of the world, T.
i'm so afraid of it.
my parents.
they have been forcing me to go the therapist, they apparently know from a long time.
i have been losing a lot of things lately.
mostly,
myself.
mrs. hillans, was a good lady.
she talked to me, like she
knew me since a long time.
but, i know
that's just part of her profession.
maybe,
she is like that
to all her patients.
i'm no special;
never been.
YOU ARE READING
y o u
Poetryi've never breathed more, as i have around you, but breathing in the same air as you, was suffocating enough to make me want to stop. but, love, you can't just stop breathing like that, can you? [in which, she writes letters to him, letters tha...
