Growing up in North Texas means growing up deep in the heart of the Bible Belt, and rather than staunchly holding up your pants, it chokes you. Slowly, surely, the belt tightens, and the worn leather splits in silent protest, eager to escape its own abuse.
TW: Themes of SA
If you are not at a point where you are healed enough to read this poem or the short accompanying story, please don’t. Protect your peace above all
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedAll that vying for attention
Causing chaos and tension;
A brokenness in my mind.
Searching for answers,
Mental illnesses growing like cancers;
