Emilee Rivera
Stories (9/0)
Muted
Cold tears, shivers down my spine, uncontrollable shaking, silent screams. These are my symptoms. I forget how to breathe and how to live. I become reliant on one person because I know they're my drug. They're my safe zone, my home. The slight whispers in your voice remind me that I'm not alone and that I'm stronger than those voices in my head.
By Emilee Rivera12 months ago in Poets
Muted
Cold tears, shivers down my spine, uncontrollable shaking, silent screams. These are my symptoms. I forget how to breathe and how to live. I become reliant on one person because I know they're my drug. They're my safe zone, my home. The slight whispers in your voice remind me that I'm not alone and that I'm stronger than those voices in my head.
By Emilee Riveraabout a year ago in Poets