becomes so heavy,
you reach for the end,
not to die but to escape
the weight that feels
too much to carry.
It's a cry for help
wrapped in bleeding,
a desperate hope
that someone,
anyone,
will hear the hurt
you can't speak.
-Ticus poetry
becomes so heavy,
you reach for the end,
not to die but to escape
the weight that feels
too much to carry.
It's a cry for help
wrapped in bleeding,
a desperate hope
that someone,
anyone,
will hear the hurt
you can't speak.
-Ticus poetry
But one day you will be sitting in your car on a beautiful day and it will find you.
It will come and find you when it's time 🥺
But one day you will be sitting in your car on a beautiful day and it will find you.
It will come and find you when it's time 🥺