I can't stand hearing the people I love cry
Seeing the world break the strongest people I know
Hearing them want to die
I can't take it
Because I am not there for them
Even though I try
I can't fix them
And that hurts more than any pain
Is the internal one
That beats in my heart
And with every pulse
It sends out hatred
Hate for myself
But this isn't about me
I have to remind myself that
Stop making it about yourself.
I'm okay.
Today was fine
Night..
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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...
