but my skin
is naked and vulnerable
and transparent;
easy to see through
and I watch the boys salivate;
they are hungry
but i am tired;
and my pretences are wearing thin
but my skin
is naked and vulnerable
and the girls;
they are starving
to rip the flesh of another, screaming
slut
but my skin
is naked and vulnerable
and i shiver as I
pull my back shirt on
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.
