Tell me, love,
How did it come to this?
A girl who values the quiet,
Spending weeks upon weeks
Stuffing her head full
Of every sound, every word
That she possibly can.
All in the hopes of drowning out you.
You,
You,
You,
And the voices telling her
That she's the one
Who ruined it all.
Despite all contrary reason.
YOU ARE READING
Survive: Collected Poems
Poetry~WATTY'S 2019~ ~NOTICE~ AS OF 2/3/19, THIS COLLECTION HAS TOO MANY PARTS! READ VOLUME 2, THRIVE, OUT TODAY! On the pain, love, and passion that makes me human. Potential swearing, mentions of suicide, self harm, depression, rape, etc.
