Poems from Laurelisnotonfire
the breeze feels like feathers against my skin
and laughter suffocates me but i can still breath.
two beers
shots shots shots shots shots...
mommy, you're broken.
i hear you at night
your bottles are clinking
it fills me with fright.
mommy, were broken,
this family i think...
so midless and numb;
i remember the feeling
of blades on my skin
i hate my scars.
they are not lovely,
they are not bravery.
they dictate my life.
they tell me what i can wear,
where to go
who i can...
what does one write
when ones mind is white,
when the screen is blank
and the words aren't right?
what can one say
at the end of the...