11:11 sweetie,
make a wish.
she told herself she wished she was dead,
she saw the world as a blank canvas,
she found that boring,
she tried to paint the canvas,
with only black and white paint,
when she began on the canvas,
her work was art,
until something went wrong,
she couldn't fix it,
It was always there,
And after it came,
It stayed.
Depression.
- Kayla Martin
YOU ARE READING
starstruck.
Poetry✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* something I'm not used to. 'Sharing my feelings' Read with care, Take my feelings into consideration. Understand them, My way of coping, is telling them through beautiful words.✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
