the wall
is building
i hope it falls
soon because it
kills me when
i'm yelled at for feeling
for having an opinion
for living
i want to scream
the anger
the sadness
and all the things you tell me i'm not allowed to feel.
YOU ARE READING
Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
