Some old poems of mine (2):
Headphones:
He yells
I put on my headphones
But even they can't drown out his anger
Or the looks that say:
"This is your fault"
"You just get in the way"
"It would be better if you never existed"
But all I can do
is put on my headphones
Some old poems of mine (1):
Leave:
Blood is thicker than water.
Or so they say.
Maybe they lived in a different world.
I believe,
that what doesn't have a form
is even stronger
because it's what you imagine.
Family can become enemies
and friends can become family.
Strangers can catch you when you fall
while people you know are content to let you hit the ground.
Forget the mindset that you have to stay
and take care of yourself.
TW: poor mental health, self-harm
Help Me:
Can you help me feel comfortable in my skin and keep the demons from getting in?
Can you help me silence the voices when I'm going deaf from all the noises?
Can you help me keep my hands away from my itch though all I want to do is tear my skin off when I scritch?
Can you help me steady my breathing if the choking air gets too seizing?
Can you help me save myself from drowning in my negativity before your place in my life starts uncrowning?
Some relatively old sketches of mine:
The hardest thing to do, is be a digimon fan outside of Asia.
Someday I'll learn how to draw feet:
Based on this keychain:
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