Poems from galexski

the letter that almost was
why do I feel the way I feel why do I want to hurt myself why do I feel that I’d be better dead why do they hate me why won’t they accept...
an open letter to the assholes, you know who you are
to the girl who clutches attention like a boa constrictor claims its next meal you do not get to tell me how to feel you do not get to tell...
Stuck in the Background
sometimes, I wish I was invisible sometimes, I wish I could disappear forever sometimes, I wish I could be told it’s all going to be okay...