#9 in my Phobia Series. A poem inspired by a book and about 'metathesiophobia'. Thank you for reading. <3
A regretful poem, written by a dying patient who didn't take enough care for his health.
I still roam these streets. but I can't find you in our old home. There is no one behind the window any longer.
Hospital beds were not made to provide comfort, I first thought when I visited many months ago. (A short story on today's prompt: unbreakable and cancer patients. Again, another sad read. )
Song/poem I wrote in middle school
emotions flowing, i’m feeling very down. #Mentalhealth
Attacks come in all forms and mediums. Some are physical and violent. Others are a little harder to see them happening...
Dedicated to my little sister.
After watching 3 medication adds in a row
a poem about poetry and how it has helped me
Is your life really what you wanted it to be?
and thats about as personal as it gets, folks
sometimes it's all a little too much.
Few weeks ago my best friend died .