Poems from willowaur
There's a boy I know That mostly sticks to his own, He doesnt speak much But hald assed insults, He closes his eyes More often than all of...
Digging through my mind, Searching for the reasoning behind 'Why can't I?' Too much of my scalp beneath my fingernails.
He had the weight of the world on his shoulders, but the universe on his mind.
How have I already been through loss, yet not love?
I don't know what I'm doing or what I have been doing or what I want to do but it's coming to an end and I'm unsure