Poems from weirdyetsane18
Tiny, as delicate but with the eyes to heal the soul.Lightly he steps, but stomp like he storms off in random distances.Full of fluff,...
Alive I still am, despite the scars, and countless IV stabs.
Fighting for life has been my strive.
Numerous visits to labs, and hospitals...
From countless sleepless nights of lacking any pure genuine emotions, body lying still, passing any, and all opportunity to achieve the...