a love poem for internalised hate:
i can't breathe
my heart is weeping
my head is screaming
and i am suffocating in a hurricane of shame
but all i know for sure
is that
you hate me
and i get that
because
i hate me too
YOU ARE READING
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.
