what went wrong?
it feels like just yesterday i was promising
to never become intoxicated
or exhale ghosts.
i know it's bad for me,
but maybe bad is all i'll ever know.
i don't care if alcohol squeezes my liver
until it bursts.
i don't care if smoke scorches my lungs
until they turn black.
i don't care if my face
turns blue.
in fact,
i don't care
about anything at all.
- S.M.
"what's the point"
YOU ARE READING
i feel more than other people
Poetrythis poetry collection embraces mental illness, trauma, passion, anger, and family relations through vast seas of words. my hope is to inspire others by turning raw heartache into relatable moments. warning: this book contains potentially sensitive...
