Upon connecting the dots
It all leads back to the beginning
Not green grass
And running through sprinklers
The trauma
At such a young age
Everything leads back to it
I don't want to face it
The struggles of control
Not feeling safe
Hating my body
Wanting to go back in time to my childhood
A better childhood
Where
Everyone's body's looked the same
No one had the looming thought of growing up
Before everyone started to change
I want to go back
YOU ARE READING
Russian Roulette ||poetry||
PoetryI'm feeling like this is just gonna be a shit post of poetry😅cause I need somewhere to store it all. The theme of this book is very inconsistent, so you know Russian Roulette...🤷
