Poems from Rachel_Brels
Empty, incapacitated, broken,
you left me injured, vulnerable, open.
Turning your back after stabbing me,
thus the pouring blood you wouldn...
Why do I write?
I hear these voices inside my head,
and they beg and they beg,
to be written down, to be expressed.
That’s all fine and...
There’s something different, something new,
something that might even scare you.
There are lots of people who,
are closed-minded and...