you stomped
on the flowers of my soul
until they were nothing but seeds
and I spent months
trying to regrow myself
trying to put a reason
to your actions
trying to understand
why after months of letting me grow
you let me die
YOU ARE READING
Notebook Poetry
ŞiirA collection of poems I've written about depression, heartbreak, love, self love, being a sexual assault survivor and many other topics that aren't always easy to talk about.
