LMy black veins cry forL3 days ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
their doses of sweet sugar.
The skin is itching.
Letter to Black KingHello ‘Best Friend’,Letter to Black King2 weeks ago in Letters More Like This
I remember the days when we were best friends, I was young innocent, always chasing after you like her, your other best friend. I was always there for you at every seconds, listening to your problem. I remember when we was on cheerleading team, I got frilly skirt like you did. In eighth grade, we would hangout frequently. I was there when you are going through hard time, I thought you were there for me. I remember we spilt money to buy friendship charm, you never wore it, I always wore it frequently. These little sign that I ignored, Oh I was so native, innocent, I thought I grew up, guess not .
In my worst moment, you wasn’t there, you kicked me when I was down, backstabbed me with rumors and nasty words, when I just came back from hospital from my latest attempts. you pretend to listen to my despair, nodding when you have to. When I have severe relapse, you never was there for me, you just called in adults to help me. I begged for your friend