Not posted any of my poetry before I don’t think. It’s nothing special but it’s mine.
Trigger Warning: Rape.
Have a heart,
I might start another blog, with no followers and use it like a diary, totally anonymous. Only post my thoughts and my artwork.
That weird level of tired where the demons crawl along the floor when you look away and hide behind the sofa when you try to spot them. They’re just waiting for the next level of tired when they climb onto the pillow and hiss into your ear, all the things you don’t want to know about yourself.