Challenge
What does worry feel like? Poetry or prose. Make it as honest, brutal, and painful as the truth.
Weeping
Scars scars from your wrists weep with the warm crimsion blood
Trickling down your hands almost tickling you
As if that could wake you
Scars scars from your wrists weep with the warm crimsion blood
Trickling down your hands almost tickling you
As if that could wake you