Am I empty
a wandering soul that will never know comfort
I fear that my days will be spent waking up to a nightmare
A constant war that will never endI remember my 9 year old self
How full of life she was as she faced the world head on
And that is the only reason I still have hopeFor me then it was enough to face another day
I didn't place expectations but faced each day like a journey instead of a battle
maybe one day I will find my way back to her again
carefree and full to the brim
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Moonlight ( A collection of poems)
PoetryMy collection of recent poetry and older poems as well. Updated sporadically :) Contains mature topics