Damn I grew a lot in the last 3 years, I understand a lot more, and a lot less at the same time.
I understand my depression more and I'm not s*lf harming anymore.
I don't write poems that are shitty, I don't even write poems anymore.
I may understand my depression more but I'm definitely more numb and way more anxious.
I'm not happier but I'm less sad than I use to be.
Now six years. It's different. In many ways. It's different.
YOU ARE READING
Listen to the rain as it falls
PoetryJust poems I wrote, Some are more recent, not quite sure what's going on. I am safe, don't worry, I just need a place to vent in my lowest and highest times. The first 14 were written years ago when I was too young to actually make sense of anythin...
