The scars are fading
After four months they are almost gone...
Water dribbles past the icy sheath
and pummels sandstone with its shine...
My catastrophe; my faith,
I'm a little lost in this world...
I'm not so scared of pain
I'm more frightened by an ache...
Lately,
Lately I feel stuck...
Her heart was once whole
But now it is broken...
Find me before it's too late
Find me before the blade meets skin...
Some
days I'm...
i dont write poems anymore
and the friends i had made...
My little sister
looked at my thighs...
If you see me in the shadows
Out walking by myself...
Here I stand on my hands again. Not sure if I can...