if being “real” is being cruel, then I’d rather not be real.
Tag Archives: anger
they chained her.
Maybe I should just give up.
In these glass cages, my heart beat flutters against my rib cage, begging to be freed.
you don’t understand anything but what I let you see.
ignorance traps societies in high palaces with blacked-out windows.
they are unwanted. so they are spurned.
frustration chews at your soul.
her raven hair was torn away, splattered red.
the headless horseman lives forever in hate.