The wheels of my brain turn even as I try to drift to sleep.
Images of things I wished I never happen dominant my mind until I can barely breathe.
My life is dominated by the past and I don't think I will ever be set free.
It's been almost 3 years now and I still can't forget.
All those long nights that remain etched in my brain.
Love for me will never be the same.
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Mental Health Poems
PoésieThis is a collection of poems by authors that wrote about mental health, mental health, and any suggestions made by you guys.
