if i couldnt handle myself,
How can i expect people to handle me?
crying for no specific reason and the only one who knows my pain are my pen and my words.
Even my memories doesnt want to keep it, my brain cannot differentiate the good and the bad.
I know its there,but i don't know the end of this root. It not fresh wounds. Im not bleeding. But its torturing.
I just had my episodes and i wish i would heal.
YOU ARE READING
a compilation.
Poetryits going to be my platform to write my words and works. probably not a good one but definitely written with heart. disclaimer : some of the pictures aren't mine but the words are so please credit me if u do copy paste it. thanks xoxo.
