february 17th, 2022--
my mind is too loud. it makes my stomach hurt.
i think sometimes that none of this will ever heal.
that one day, i'll be too far gone; too broken.
no one will stay, no one will answer, no one will remember.
i will always be a small, scared child.
i wish that you knew. i wish you understood.
i that hope one day, you realise what you've done to me.

go back home.