Poems from Megan Collins
Every momentTurns into a memory That we can't go back to Except for in our minds Am I the only one Who finds life to be A strange...
What is real to her Is unknown to them They can't understand They have never been close enough to see past the front that she puts up...
Awake is when it gets to her Awake is when the thoughts spill into places that they don't belong Awake is when the idea oftranquility is...
Stuck in a travesty Pause, Play, Repeat There is no end The thoughts continue There is no hope The depression persists And its killing you...
A transformation, the creases fold into a picture of distasteful character and essentially no value in and of itself it is an object, one...