I WILL NOT LEAVE MY DEAD ON THE GROUND. LET ME SING FOR THE FALLEN; LET ME MOURN AND LET ME WEEP. LET ME LOOK …
Growing Up (Part Three) by Keren Chelsea
dear twelve-year-old me, depression is an eating thing / it’ll turn you into somebody you don’t want to be / it is not soft or …
I Stopped Wishing I Was Dead by Keren Chelsea
november has gone: thirty days passed by and i’m still striving. my hands no longer shake from the tragedy inside my lungs but it is …