Some days a red haze fills my head
And anger blurs the sharp corners of my judgement
So some days I snap
And hit such a high that now
There is a brand-new dent in my
Cousins bedroom wall
And because my anger cannot allow me to
I can never find the words to apologize so
I have not seen my cousin in six months
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Art Will Survive, Artists Won't
PoetryThis book is a compilation of free-form poetry that I've written. Most of it is pretty personal, but I hope you'll like it regardless. POSSIBLE TRIGGERS: depression, self-harm, lgbtq+, suicidal thoughts
