My words are the only means of
protection I can carry.
Dull and painless;
as nonthreatening as the girl
wielding them.
Perhaps I am the easiest target
anyone will find.
If my words become sharp,
I risk someone using more than
words to silence me.
For that, I'll stay silent for now.
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Caffeine and Me
PoetryA collection of poetry ranging from brain farts to exploring why I bother getting up in the morning. Most likely there is some form of caffeine to keep me awake (or alert) enough to type my thoughts out regarding my depression, struggles within my d...
