thrashing
blind
and scrambling through
the darkness
cold
because
the only arms
i belong in
are my own
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silk thin threads
PoetryExcerpt: i hold on, sweaty hands grasping- at a thousand different silk thin threads: reasons to stay. Trigger warning: includes references and abstract depictions of depression, anxiety , suicide, self harm and mental illness.
29.05.19
thrashing
blind
and scrambling through
the darkness
cold
because
the only arms
i belong in
are my own
