2018
Choose what hurts you or what makes you alive. Remember, a poison was once a happy pill. You cannot always know both at once.
YOU ARE READING
Silence and Bass
Poetry[COMPLETED] The silence was too deafening so I wrote them in tattered torn pages with jagged lines. Poems I wrote even in my sleep. The ink in my pen profusely bleeding out words and stories from my past that shaped my present and makes me anticipa...
cv. Poison
2018
Choose what hurts you or what makes you alive. Remember, a poison was once a happy pill. You cannot always know both at once.
