CW: well, escapism
♡♡♡
I finally understand you, mom
Of course, I'd want kids,
Purely to live through them
If my college days pass me by like high school,
I'd want a garden full of them,
Just to live the dreams I was promised ,
Break the clocks,
Tear apart my soul,
Let me return,
To the world I was promised,
I'll wait by the docks
For my future to come to me
YOU ARE READING
The Ruin Remains
PoetryAn anthology of poetry and prose surrounding mental health, and psychological trauma, where I've used my words to draw out the river of emotions I wish I could've understood back then. Each chapter will have a content warning. A journey of emotio...
