Raise Hell
memyselfandmoth
May 18th, 2025
A poem from Moth
If you find yourself not able to stand another day,
The sunlight that still seeps through the cracks in the blinds,
Destroy the version of you stealing your peace
Your contentment
Your sanity
Your soul
Not for the gift of new and better things
Or for comfort
But to save your own life
To tell truths,
Kind, vicious, raw, real truths.
My love,
Do not go gently.
Raise ***.
Much love to you all.