I thought I was supposed to be healing,
not feeling like I did in elementary school.
Where I'd lay on the floor crying,
yet having to tell myself to get back up.
I'm tired of having to care for myself,
so why does everyone keep leaving?
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of the unProtected
PoetryPoetry pieces that I've collected in my notes and would like to share (as scary as that is).
