i thought feelings were meant to hurt!
they were supposed to tear me up!
it feels more like a radio with no stations sunk into my gut
the white-noise was gentle, underwhelming
it wasn't supposed to dissolve me!
it was meant to swallow me whole!
just tell me how im so angry so numb
god i wish you'd fallen less quietly
YOU ARE READING
how to not die alone(on hold)
Thơ cain this act i attempt to write ¿poems? i think,
