i’m not here
this isn’t happening
i’m not here
i’m not here
i miss him so much i don’t know what to do with myself
it hurts so bad
i love you whiny singers
i love you shouty singers
i love you raspy singers
i love you drawly singers
i love you scratchy singers
you're allowed to be proud of things that others would consider small you're allowed to be proud of eating food you're allowed to be proud of drinking water you're allowed to be proud of brushing your teeth you're allowed to be proud of washing your hair you're allowed to be proud of going outside you're allowed to be proud of having a conversation you're allowed to be proud of getting out of bed you're allowed to be proud of just surviving this long you're allowed to be proud of things that others would consider small
haley nichole green, at dawn
Sylvia Plath in a letter to her mother, 1956
let the music drown it out