Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who?
To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishes.
To someone who believes that Quinn needs to be a size zero to be labeled as 'beautiful.' If she isn't, why in the world will anyone care to love her? She's disgusting. Worthless. An enormous sailboat that makes the world sink. But how long will it take until she sinks herself?
#18 in poetry (04/04/2016)
'I keep telling myself;
you're okay
you'll get through this
things get better
when i know
deep down
im broken. '
a collection of poems and quotes I write when I'm well, depressed.