Writing is therapy. It is my form of therapy. My journey. In the form of poetry.
The world is black. It's dark and dangerous through your eyes. You feel somehow broken and don't understand why. You desperately search for something as if its been lost.
By Lia Johnson5 years ago in Poets
I'm walking. But I keep hearing this faint ticking. clicking. Clocking. Its distracted me. So I turn my attention towards this noise.
Can You Relate? You ever been in a relationship that starts out like all the rest. You're in stupid love. You think you've found the one.
