My pain isn't a question or a problem to be solved.
It's not a comparison or competition or complaint to you all.
When I hurt it's how I feel and I don't want your opinion.
So please keep your condescension and happy bullshit to yourself for one damn minute.
YOU ARE READING
Damaged Goods
PoetryThoughts are ever changing, but every so often they find a way to form something a little deeper. And when the words find their way to paper, life becomes a little bit clearer. Featured Chapter: Wonderland ***May contain disturbing or triggering co...
