TRIGGER WARNING: ALLUSIONS TO SELF HARM Slow Death i’ve exercised patience, screamed in cars with no listening. heart beating fast while my eyes water, and losing it after i play the same song. life keeps pushing me towards the edge. i’ve tried to be nice about it, i numb myself so i won’t notice how bad this really is. creating new scars, crying until i can’t breathe, calling out to pain, again and again. what’s left inside isn’t good. Phrieda Bogere has written poetry for years before making the decision to share her work with a wider audience. Her poems have been featured in Brave Voices Magazine, Writing In A Woman's Voice, and The Beautiful Space. When she isn't writing, she loves exercising, getting lost in a good book, and binge watching Netflix on the weekends.
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