Poems from Sherlocksavedme
stitches, that’s all i am.
they’re either man made
tears and blood and
steady hands
sewing skin together
against my will
or...
How many times have I found myself like this?
Curled up, digging my teeth into my lip until it bled,
but I didn't care because it was what...
There are three things I remember you by.
Red.
Wind.
Sound.
Your sun faded, red Vans that are quite literally falling apart. You refuse to...
It's weird to feel your chest ache,
like your heart is freezing over.
Injected with lead,
and laced with depression
and anxiety
that...
~Dedicated to Courtney Bennett, my 9th grade physical science teacher~
Badly broken, that’s what she is
There’s something about her...