sometimes I feel
like I'm made up of words
rather than skin and bones
my head is a bunch of chaotic letters
strung together into strange words
strung together into one
discombobulated run-on sentence
if I tried to speak it
it would take years to finish
and most of the words
would not make sense
because they run so fast
they've blurred themselves into
smudges across my brain
-I feel inhuman
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...
