Poems from layla_
We're sitting in the waiting room again
Another kid is crying, another western is playing,
I’m getting tired of these dingy grey chairs
We...
I am bitter
I am lonely
I am the waves crashing against the rocks, killing anything that comes into contact with me
And I am the body...
there is a child inside of me
she likes to cry for no reason, with tears straight from the oil coated ocean
she pounds on the golden gates...
i died for the first time when i was fourteen
sitting on a hotel room floor in the wake of a hurricane, my mind crumbled as the lightbulb...
there are ghosts in my hallways, skeletons in my closets, and nightmares sewn into my clothes
everywhere i look is a monster waiting to...