I've never been good at healing
I've always picked at old scars
Or old scabs on my skin
I sit and I pick
And I pick
And I pick
And I pick
To the point where it feels ludicrous
To wonder why the old wounds
Sting all over again
I am completely incapable
of leaving things alone
Even if things aren't broken
I'll still try to fix it
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Brain Vomit
Poetrysilly little poems about my silly little thoughts. A lot of these are more ranty sounding than poem-y. I'm awful at descriptions and titles, I feel like to an extent I title my poems like Midwest emo songs I'm so sorry lmfao my target audience is p...
