Being fifteen, I'm only ten years conscious ten years of deciding for myself, I've made mistakes, some that I wish to wipe off the surface of my mind with a tidal wave,just so that I can make sure to get in every crevice
By Annabelle Pidek7 years ago in Poets
I'm in an always continuing war with myself, my brain, my heart, my unacknowledged soul, like a broken record stuck on repeat
It's not that bad, they'd say It's not like you felt pain Not real pain, it's more like the pain that stung not only your skin but it struck your heart andyour lungs with a constant rhythm