You treat me like a broken toy
collecting my broken parts into a box
and telling me that you'll fix me later
as if I'm not damaged enough
for you to give me your immediate help.
YOU ARE READING
wandering dandelions #wattys2018
PoetryA collection of poems about depression, love, and sometimes random things. Please help this lonely af individual feel less alone on this bleak planet called Earth. I'm literally melting off my couch from boredom. The cover was conjured by the magica...
