My hair, it's the color of dirt.
The kind that gets stepped on, kicked, and...

It fills his mouth,
& I'm envious...

You’ve had enough
I made you choose...

You used to hate my laugh.
So I stopped laughing...

How many texts are too many texts?
I keep wondering if you’ve gotten my message...

I realized I'm beauitiful,
when the scars on my body are my own...

I find myself writing these poems,
Filled with words I could never say...

You wrote to me today.
After months of silence...

I met him when I was twelve years old.
He wrote beautiful poems...

It hits me the hardest at night.
The loneliness. The emptiness...

When they shut the door behind them, we moved a...
When they shut the door behind them, our eyes...

'Help me, help me.'
She says...