51.
I hate change.
I hate.
I hate
I hate.
I hate when all of sudden something or someone changes.
Either my appearance in the mirror or someone deciding to leave.
I don't hate it.
I don't mind it.
It just might take me a while to feel comfortable again.
~E, I hate change.
52.
I'm keeping you close
so you don't slip from my grasp again.
~E, went to far.
53.
Please
let me feel comfortable in my own skin again.
54.
Let me pick apart my appearance
until there's nothing left of me.
~E, an empty space.
55.
I feel like I'm going to suffocate.
Every breath being dragged out.
Tears starting to build in the corners of my eyes.
Scared of people and everything in between.
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry.
A chant is all I'll ever be.
~E, drowning my own mind in front of my fears.
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sunsets after dark. | poetry collection
Poetryfor the ones that were the sunshine for one wrong person then became the midnight rain for everyone else. an collection of poetry and short stories. ‼️TW‼️ contains hard topics including a mention of SA & SH. Amongst other things. I am a poet I wr...
