a bottle. her heart. they have something in common. a bottle cages something inside, holds it. her heart cages the pain, the sadness, the ink. ink of black lies, betrayal, regret, the overwhelming thoughts. it bottles everything and anything, until it overflows. it bursts open, pouring out the emotions. when she open...
My emotions and experiences filtered into poems. Some poems and stuff that I write late at night. They will be rambling and hold a lot of my pain but if you look hard enough I hope you'll see the beauty in my words. TW for some poems, read at your own caution
❝ This is the closest I'll ever get to flying. ❞ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ No one can fully understand the truth ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ behind a girls suicide, unless the girl ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ who jumped actually tells you the full ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ story. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ But that's impossible because she's ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ dead. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ But what if she could tell you why she ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ k...
