Poems from noraagracee
When I was sixteen, another sixteen year old took a knife to school and wounded sixteen people.
They charged him as an adult,
the judge...
He hugs me like he wants to heal something deep inside me,
Like if he holds me close enough for just a second, it will be like a bandage...
They say it is all in my head
In my head the way pulmonary edema is
in your lungs
They say they don’t understand why someone would want...
He tells her that she’s beautiful, but the mirror says anything but.
The girls in magazines are sarcastic and cruel.
But they’re skinny...