Poem
edited may eighteenth twenty twenty
As I killed myself, the blood is all that I see
Taking my life seems so easy
Will it be the only way that I can truly breathe
And see the pale blue sky so bright above me?
No.
I can open my eyes
And see the sky
And understand that I don't always have to be
disguised
I can live my truth
And so can you
Because healing is possible
It just takes some roots
xo_kae
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RandomA book filled with short rants, stories, poems, thoughts ... whatever I've also decided to include some alternative scenes for the stories I've already written. Some of these scenes may be from a completely different time and can even be completely...
