Even though I hate to admit it. I love the people around me. They say they love me too, or claim they do anyway. Sometimes it's just hard to believe anyone even cares. It feels like I'm battling my demons by myself. Everyone is around me trying to understand. But they never will.
They will never get me. How I feel so dark sometimes. They claim they'll be here when I need them, but my mind doesn't want them to. I feel like I can do this by myself. But the truth is no-one can do this by themselves.
No matter how strong you are life will break you and bring you to your knees.
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DREADED WORDS // LETTER COLLECTION
PoetryDREADED WORDS 2 IN THE SERIES OF POETRY BOOKS// LETTER COLLECTION & SAD POETRY "I might be a writer, but you'll always be the words." -Ben Maxfield Cover made on postermywall Rankings #1 in poetry out of 260 K stories 06/ 24/ 2021 #63 in poem out o...
