I feel...
or rather I don't.
I'm in the middle of a depressive episode
of the show reel called life,
I don't remember what happiness is
and the world is ending...
not to mention the the human race- ourselves
are horrid creatures,
these creatures belong to the night but
claim to live in the ways of the light.
YOU ARE READING
An Opal's Poetry
PoesíaPoems from the long life of an opal. ~ P e r s o n a l ~ Trigger warning! S*xual Assault, Dissociation, Weight gain, Vomit, Sleep depravation, Struggles with self worth and Identity.
