Poems from haileystokey

What It's Like to Be a Formally Abused Kid
Just because I’m labeled as abused Doesn’t mean I scream for your attention, Doesn’t mean your pity is what I want, and it doesn’t mean you...
For The People Who Wonders What It Is Like to be Depressed
I am bright and stained, I wonder, that if I tell- their minds will wander. I hear my memories release from their crumbling chains and rush...