everyone tells me
that being soft is a gift
that when i'm tough like ice
i will crave to melt
but i am tired of being the cushion
that softens everyone's landings
i am done with being a doormat
all i want is for this water
to solidify
-softie
YOU ARE READING
wilting roses
PoetryAnother collection of (bad) poems. *tw: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, drinking, suicidal ideation and self harm* -a collection of poems that document my experiences with my mental health throughout high school. a warning: i had a few undiagn...
