i wish that i could cry until my lips were swollen from the noises of pain that i create,
so that i can not speak on the truth of all the lies ive been told
-17
YOU ARE READING
you will never know the violence it took to become this gentle.
Poésiea collection of poems that i write to share what normal sentences and my body cannot convey. yes these are all about my life, i know i am horribly annoying and boring yes, oh well. it's all real believe it or not, but the point is that art isn't alw...
you desvered worse.
i wish that i could cry until my lips were swollen from the noises of pain that i create,
so that i can not speak on the truth of all the lies ive been told
-17
