poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
I don’t have anymore words for them,Knowing that I will never be enough for my own blood,I am inherently wrong,In every play acted out,I find myself the victim,Always cut in the wrong way,My hinges and handles shaped in all it’s obscurities,Bent and moulded to fit their shapes,Yet, I am the abomination I am,born broken,heart wrecked […]