The internal,
Is never thought of.
Never shown.
Never fully known
Until it's too late.
YOU ARE READING
Spilled Ink
PoetryMy mind spills Like ink across this blank journal Bringing all these unsaid words and thoughts Into existence For you. -spilled ink •••••••• WARNING: there is some sensitive content in this book. Please do not read if you would not like to see suc...
Abuse
The internal,
Is never thought of.
Never shown.
Never fully known
Until it's too late.