it could be a look or just one word
my eyes would flood as i choke on my words
so easily it is to make someone like me fall, giving my all is the key to the storm
i wonder what that's like, to hold the upper hand..
anything you do could change me in seconds
fragile as a child, mentality of a teen
the adult you are is so terrifying to me
what if it's always like this?
never breaking free from young heartache
they say adult pain is much harder to maintain
all i know are these repeated tears, but you make them feel different
..more painful than they appear
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Way Too Much, Seriously...
PoetryHi, my name is Bree and this is my first project I worked on for some months with the help of my lovely therapist. A collection of 1am poems written during a time where everything felt suffocating and unbearable. Creating this was tough, but I knew...
