and it's nothing
and it's everything
and i could never explain the
dark grey emptiness that was so fucking heavy
upon my shoulders
it pushed me closer to my grave
i remember i once described it as a throbbing mass of
black
red
and grey
chaos
YOU ARE READING
tell me how to be
PoetryNO.1 in #loveisdead **trigger warning** a disjointed poetry volume that spans through the topics of politics, self harm, rape, abuse, eating disorders, feminism so on and so forth.. scroll through the contents and there might be something that you...
