Oh, yeah, Mom.
I'm definitely coping better than him.
Because digging sharp things into
my thighs and
starving myself
are just great ways of coping.
I'd rather stomp around the house
like him...
but of course,
I don't say anything.
I never do.
I am a coward.
Afraid of facial expressions
from those I love most.
And so I go quiet.
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Stormy Shoals: A Poetry Collection
PoesiaAnother poetry collection from my heart, just letting the words bleed onto the page. I mask the hurt with pain, because pain demands to be felt. But hurt just demands to ruin your life.... 🖤🖤Trigger warning: everything🖤🖤 "Criminally underrated...
