pound, pound, pound.
like a hammer and some nails.
pound pound pound.
why is my heartbeat in my head?
pound pound pound.
make it stop.
stop.
please.
my mother gives me advil,
but the sound will never leave.
YOU ARE READING
the girl and the moon.☽
Poesíaa lost girl in space of her mind, felt lonely, scared, shouting cries. so she wrote out her feelings, sent them to the moon. he was the only one that listened. that truly understood. -cover picture is not mine. -some poems do mention depress...
