I used to see her in my dreams... Vividly
With tears in my eyes, I thought it would wash this scent of my skin, living in this body and flesh was made hard to do...
Seems like the tears were not enough to cover my entire body
Maybe begin to cut my wrists and drain my blood to stop my brain from functioning...
...remembering,
repeats of the dreams and memories that seem to not escape my head... Maybe this way I can gain back my sanity.
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The Art of learning to be human
PoetryThis is a collection of poems about just being, experiencing every human emotion. Learning how to forgive yourself and how to be brave. How to love again and being kind to yourself after certain realizations and heartbreak. With every lesson learned...
