i have been emptied
by hands digging through my heart
i have been muted
by glances reminding me to keep it shut
i have been vandalised
with crimson ink that can't be erased
i have been tortured
by the confines of my own head
i have been screaming
but of course, you can't hear me
you never did
YOU ARE READING
vertigo; #wattys2018
Poetrythis is for you; i don't shout my poetry off rooftops anymore because i think the world heard me it's been four years since i began writing this book on scraps of paper and receipts so go ahead; read me [lower case intended] [tw for some] [all writ...
