I look at my clothes
tainted with
the blue glow of
text messages
and the heavy weight of the
whispers
and I no longer want to
be innocent
I want to be like them
so I begin to pull off my clothes
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.
