Sticks and stones will break my bones but your names really hurt me. You’re not blind you can see the fear you planted in me right here. The fun you get from making me cry and wishing I could die. Horrid nasty useless self fighting to save my mental health. That sick feeling in the … Continue reading No blame
Author: Markey Mark Symmonds
Published writer of poetry and performance poet , writer of Flash Fiction
Rhythm of the Ink 