When will I stop writing for you?
When I know not once have you read my work, or
Cared enough to look.
When will everything I want to write down, not be for you?
YOU ARE READING
Chaotically Organized Part 1
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Part 1: 2020 - December 2024...
