Poems from rhiannon.crawford
The worst part of chronic illness is the side effects
Not the ones drawn out in thin black text across an orange bottle
Where the words...
Why do you bother
Asking if I’m okay
When you don’t want to know
You don’t want to know if I am not okay
You want to know that I am
So...
The definition of fear is subjective but usually can be followed along simmilar lines
Like a huge graph where everyone's lines cross with...