I'm guilty of being schizophrenic sometimes I write poems people don't understand it's when I'm battling delusions you can't see I'm guilty of feeling too much when you take a slice at me I bleed internally
I won't have you feel sorry for me I can handle my monsters by writing about them what I can't handle is being judged for them
she's out of her head I'm going to block her then pick up her friends like discarded playing cards shuffle them and I'm all in
bully her publically defame her then play the victim the girl who...
ashes and soot swirling throughout the air, breezes of burned remnants whirling untethered— unbound floating around to finally find a singular quite specifically peculiar home amidst all the painful heartache; bones that will surely rebreak when love's cremated remains.... [remain]