Poems from PsychoticRanting
Save me, tell me I'm not okay
Tell me that the monsters are just in my head
Hold me so I can't reach for the sharp, shiny things.
Save...
I'm sorry I disappeared. I'm sorry you left me because you didn't understand that I was protecting you. I'm sorry that I took your...
Who am I? What a strange question to ask.
I don't believe I could answer this fast.
I am a daughter to three, a lover to one, and a...
I, I think my scars are pretty. I believe each to be a beautiful, emotion-filled work of art that I get to keep on my person forever.
I...
There’s something about driving home after it’s done;
the smell of someone new on your clothes,
the taste of an unfamiliar tongue,
the...