She could feel it in herself, she could see it on the calendar, she kept watching the sky turn dark and light again.

a small spot of blood shows itself slowly

i don't feel like myself anymore

it's been a while, writing poetry

i'm afraid of leaving the ones i love behind

people romanticize mental illness or physical deformity

my body is quite literally a wonderland.

put in water and spread out for the world to see.

it feels like there's this huge pressure on my chest