My walls grew taller as I grew up, soon although my height stopped growing, they never stopped, they fed on my fears and thoughts, like a child, my soul never changed, it kept on growing and growling on the thoughts of being touched and loved, it feared what it never felt, it feared.
YOU ARE READING
existence within earth
PoesíaPoetry in words of a mess, written throughout years of my teenage angst that continues. "Shall wisdom and hell be spoken when my ink turns into blood"
