i remember the first time i wanted
to die
it was dark and i cried,
terrified, how i could think such a thing
and feel
nothing
- tears on the 3rd of march that i could never explain
YOU ARE READING
how to stay
Poetry*TRIGGER WARNING* really just me finding out how to not want to die; but i can call this a collection of poetry that encompasses the struggle of healing, the setbacks and relentlessness of depression and several other mental illnesses. love always.
