My house is still whole in my mind
I can't put the pieces together.
I can't admit to myself that
It's in ashes
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PoetryDepressed + gay = poetry 🤯 ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: including (but not limited to) self-harm, abuse, mental hospitals, eating disorders, and suicide.
Ashes
My house is still whole in my mind
I can't put the pieces together.
I can't admit to myself that
It's in ashes