#9 in my Phobia Series. A poem inspired by a book and about 'metathesiophobia'. Thank you for reading. <3
A regretful poem, written by a dying patient who didn't take enough care for his health.
I still roam these streets. but I can't find you in our old home. There is no one behind the window any longer.
Hospital beds were not made to provide comfort, I first thought when I visited many months ago. (A short story on today's prompt: unbreakable and cancer patients. Again, another sad read. )
Song/poem I wrote in middle school
emotions flowing, i’m feeling very down. #Mentalhealth
Attacks come in all forms and mediums. Some are physical and violent. Others are a little harder to see them happening...
Dedicated to my little sister.
After watching 3 medication adds in a row
Is your life really what you wanted it to be?
and thats about as personal as it gets, folks
sometimes it's all a little too much.
Few weeks ago my best friend died .
Fold me down to my smallest subunit.