Roots and Wounds
Between the roots and wounds, I lay.My fingers clutching the skin around my wrist.The sun begins to set, and I stay,Waiting for the moment I will exist.-This is a book for everyone who feels alone and needs to cry or rant. You think no one's here, I'm here. For whatever you feel alone for, whether it be you experiencing homophobia, racism, hate for any reason. I can't always have advice, but I will be there for you. My poems and writing are my outlets, tell me about yours. Whether writing or drawing, whatever that helps you. Send it to me and I will post it here.…