I Want People to Share Their Poetrydo you see this thing, its small bruised cracked torn dry and hollow, its my heart and its yours if i could find you, your to break crush mold all yours if i knew you, if i could see your face your smile, if i knew you were real.
I Battle Self-hatred, Anxiety, And Depressionsome days i think the world is a carefully designed prison with the soul purpose of breaking you making until you accept it or die. like some master psychologists got together pored through every memory or thought you ever had to make this some slow... See More »
I Want People to Share Their PoetryI who sit upon the edge of the world have seen the end, it was not brought about by fire, by disease, or any other violent occurrence, no it comes from stagnancy from the world and all its peoples simply stopping, allowing themselves to be caught up... See More »
I Battle Self-hatred, Anxiety, And DepressionI was in 7th grade walking home from school when I thought to myself was I happy. I wasnt getting bullied anymore I had friends my grades were good the homework was almost nonexistent but was i happy. I didnt need to ask that question before that... See More »
