I thought I was happy.
For all of a day.
Then I began to remember.
It came back worse, like a cancer.
It stings and hurts but I can't feel it.
Not anymore.
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Isabelle's Poetry Journal (a continuation of Homesick Angel)
PoetryMy name is Isabelle I am 15 years old (not my real age.) I am a "Homesick Angel" at least that's what I'm told I am called the people like me are called the people who are depressed suicidal empty numb those people they're just trying to go home T...
