Ahh ye great joy of depression!
If only fingers were used for healing...
Your love is a supermassive black hole
Nothingness am I
Where do I put the love?
They care not while I rot.
Possible trigger warning. Depression and suicide is the subject. Be warned. Including original digi art of myself.
He is everywhere inside me. A micropoem about confusion and worry. And a little bit of love.
I am a wasteland
I sent out an S.O.S. I tried my best I failed the test Lay me to rest
A POEM. About losing things you never win for placing wrong bets WITH PEOPLE and love.
a poem about being a number to him and to everyone