Poems from Clairethepear
How
am I supposed to focus on all the good in life when I am ever so
Numb
like the scars on my wrist, the ones that never made it past...
Addicted to organization
through words, throughout your thoughts
Addicted " to a certain kind of sadness"
within your fears and your...
Could you imagine one day waking up and falling
Down Down Down
For no reason at all? Waking up and feeling as though the world has turned...