I have to be honest with you
I think about you a lot
all the time actually
in the morning,
at night,
in the middle of the day
it's you,
it's always been you
and i wish you knew what you mean to me
i wish you knew how your name is stuck in my head
like a broken record
whenever i try to go to sleep at night
YOU ARE READING
all blood, no tears
Poetrya collection of poems and some 3am thoughts from a broken soul *possible trigger warning* this story deals with sexual assault, abuse, depression, anxiety, suicide & addiction. if you are struggling, reach out. it's okay to not be able to do everyt...
