Sometimes I go days
without thinking about it
the clock ticks and time passes
and it seems like I've forgotten
but then I open a book
turn on the TV
go to class
and I am reminded
of every detail
of every feeling
and it's all I can think about.
YOU ARE READING
wilting roses
PoetryAnother collection of (bad) poems. *tw: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, drinking, suicidal ideation and self harm* -a collection of poems that document my experiences with my mental health throughout high school. a warning: i had a few undiagn...
