Day 1 I guess I’m writing this because I have nowhere else left to turn. I always wanted to become a writer of some sort: …
A Dead Girl’s Villanelle
You said you were terrified of death – nearedBeing in a place you have never knownBut I think it was really life you feared – …
A Teenage Brain on Antidepressants
My soul is crushed like a hard candy shellThe universe sprinkled with dots of my painConsciousness spreading, disappearing, existingA life without meaning is one lived …