There's a silent scream
A muted war
As the days I wake to
go on and on
And they're sticky and damp
And I don't think about them
And the scabs in my chest
grow more irritated
And I scream and scurry
For something new
While quietly laying down
In the comfort of my bedroom.
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WRITTEN. // poetry
PoetryA collection of poems I've written. Kind of just a public therapeutic thing, honestly. ____ [All poetry is written by myself. I take what I write very seriously and I will go to extreme measures to make sure that nothing in this compilation is stole...
