it’s how i feel,
don’t change that.
it’s my thoughts, my mind
and so i’d take a bat,
to fight the anxieties
that strip me of my identities.
the pain floods my heart so deep,
fills my body with water, making the tears seep
onto a river, barrelling down a track,
because what i’m about to say is more serious than a heart attack.
it’s my thoughts, my mind,
you can’t pay rent to it,
that’s not for you to decide.
so get the fuck off my land,
since hundreds of hours couldn’t make you understand.
you won’t be needing my number anymore,
especially since my heart is still so sore.
About the Creator
Holly
This page is where I will be sharing pieces from my mind, heart, and soul. everything here means something to me, or has in the past. I write through pain, joy, life. Take a look and see - 🧿
Blossom
A dead past does not put a halt to a new future. A year later, Kaffy, a highly intelligent, creative, bookish, and preppy Nigerian-Canadian 15-year-old girl was released from juvenile prison. She was arrested and charged with petty theft and assault, and was sentenced to a year in prison. Her sentence was supposed to be 6 months for stealing a lollipop, a chocolate bar, a pack of playing cards, and a bag of Cheeto's cheesies from 7-Eleven, but she received another 6 months for kicking, punching, and hitting another female inmate across the face during an altercation in the canteen.
By Talia Devora6 days ago in Fiction
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