Summer
When the sun makes it impossible to hide
From the bugs, from heat, from anyone.
Make me wear short clothing.
Show off the scars, the months spent inside
Bummer.
Maybe it’s selfish,
but i want to write,
Want to publish,
just to fight,
fight the lethargy,
Describe the night,
for myself,
Fill the white,
not for you,
but if it brings you light,
it is more than it could ever be.
Aut
About a month ago, I ended up in the hospital for a night. I was not mentally okay, but I’ve recovered since then, and I’ve written this poem about my experience, set to the rhyme scheme of “Atlantic” by Sleep Token, since they describe similar things.
TW: Self-Harm
No TW, this one’s hope for me.
writing about my feelings has helped, actually. The harm i caused myself didn’t change me, but reflecting on that foolishness has. Never, ever hurt yourself. It is not salvation, it i
