Poems from recoveringslowly101
I survive off caffeine of sorts.I survive off Bon Iver and Elliott Smith.I survive off minimal money and shitty gas station jobs.Lastly, I...
Imagine that I'm happy.That I am safe.That I'm listening to music every day 'till I'm 18.
That I have a cat to hug when I'm sad.
Imagine...
The sight of jail is beyond frightening.It's locked doors.It's watching guards tear our your freedom as if it's nothing.It's blue outfits...
looking for a cause.whether it be raising money for cancerorending the stigma around mental illness.Looking for some home.if it's at Joann'...
I'm homeless and I still have a place to call home.It's called the shelter. It's called briarpatch youth services.It's called home.I'm...