Between the roots and wounds, I lay.
My fingers clutching the skin around my wrist.
The sun begins to set, and I stay,
Waiting for the moment I will exist.
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This is a book for everyone who feels alone and needs to cry or rant. You think no one's here, I'm here. For whatever you feel alone for, whether it be you experiencing homophobia, racism, hate for any reason. I can't always have advice, but I will be there for you. My poems and writing are my outlets, tell me about yours. Whether writing or drawing, whatever that helps you. Send it to me and I will post it here.
She is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a world that disregards outcasts. So, these are on the darker side of the spectrum. Some poems might be distressing for some readers.
I personally enjoy consuming dark content, it's kinda like a coping mechanism.
I really hope none of you relate with any of these :)
I'll be posting only poems here, I'll try to be as active as I can.
The poems are not in any order. They are just the thoughts that pop up any time of the day.
(8.11.2023) PS: Please check out 'safe space'. I need your help to make it a real safe space, readers!
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