numb.
some days are great,
every other day? not-so.
various thoughts roaming around my brain,
emptiness shedding false hope.
--
numb, she wanted and thought,
thinking that she was simply dumb.
everyone ought to think, that
everything was ok,
that it isn't that bad.
--
next thing you know about her,
she'd be crying in the shower
with those glistening red marks
and the scars on her arms.
-l
8.15.2018
am i okay?
YOU ARE READING
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Poetryarchive of laruh's "makata" phase. i've decided this won't be taken down. mainly because i'm lazy go check my bio for where i'm active now. :>
