Poems from Hannah Carey
I know you get confused about the concept of love, and i'm sorry that you would scream at whats above. Thinking you were incapable of...
Tragedy.
Police pulling guns on the daily, to the heads of coloured men, and to the hearts of them, Bang Bang and they're gone just as fast...
"I like to hit things" was a thing I have said to many people when asking of sore knuckles, bruised knuckles, bleeding knuckles, scabbed...
To the ones who press blades to their thighs. I ask, do you also think the dragging metal feels like the clouds in the sky? People think we...
I was diagnosed
and my brain proposed
maybe death would make this all go away.
You see my brain ticks to a different beat as the rest.
like...