A collection of poems consisting of feelings about depression, anxiety, trauma, and many other things relating to expression of feelings and past self, all tied into a metaphor.
I write these things for myself, i write what i feel, and i write my o...
does it hurt? your soft black fur, tainted. the flowers surround you yet it feels wrong the sounds in your head, i'm sorry. the feelings you must have felt the predator was in you it was no fox, nor a bear it was another hare, broken as you black rose eyes, empty and shallow at least your head won't bother your body anymore i wish you weren't broken, bunny you could have been the perfect pet but now your flesh and fur are wrong the skin crumbles at my touch i hope you aren't broken anymore bunny
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the art was made by me, please respect my poetry and do not copy it or repost it. these words mean more than just how they look, and so does the art thank you for reading my poems.
