it's scary that i
only remember
three things
from three years
of constant
screaming
crying
retching
sobbing
yelling
words leaking out of headphones
cold plates of food
clinging to sleeves
damp cardigan shoulders
never feeling easy
never feeling safe
always searching
never resting
on the edge
on guard
scared
anxious
alone
suicidal
trapped
cautious
paranoid
alone
alone
alone
three things.
because i have a great memory
and somehow
three things is all i can remember.
YOU ARE READING
where's my mind / poetry, oneshots etc.
Poetrywriting like i'm running out of time; like i need it to survive.
