here I stand in front of you
brain heart soul exposed for you to see
you now know all my thoughts
the gloomy and difficult and dark and unrecognizable
when you're done here, the old me will be dead and buried
and you will be left with a naked me
you will never be able to look at me again
without seeing the words of my poems fill my face
it is the most unpleasant transboundary moment to know that the door to the past will be impossible to reopen
I will now be known as the girl you knew who once tried to take her life
the girl you knew who suffered in silence but even silence can turn into a deafening noise
never again will I be the fun one without people thinking a little further about the meaning behind my words
and that's my choice to make
I'm exposing my soul for if not then I'm afraid it will disappear with me
I'm here
the response to your picture postcard cracked broken unpolished and completely fucking me
YOU ARE READING
The coldness of emotions
Poetrya book with all of my texts combined. wide variation in themes, but unique meanings behind all. cover isn't made or owned by me.
