so, here we are
how?
i have no fucking clue
but there's a drunk boy
kissing a girl
and there's you,
looking at me
i know what you want but i don't want it
but they all say i do and
i have no fucking clue
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.
