original drawing my Logan Stanislaw
The wounds offer more questions than answers;
Mature for your age, thanks it's the trauma.
The answer's the same, depends on the question.
I can finally exhale, at least I think I can...
I wonder when holding my breath began?
Seems I can't sleep, ain't that the norm?
Pretend I didn't wish I hadn't been born.
It's a warm feeling really, burns sweet like whiskey;
The fire within helps kiss sleep so sweetly
About the Creator
Logan Stanislaw
Writer, Artist, Singer, Ordained in all 50 states, Jewelry maker, Designer, Painter, Lover of the Arts and Life. AuDHD
Everyone is an artist, don't be afraid to explore your passions.
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