Even after the broken glass peices,
Of the vase that you intended to throw at me,
Pricks my leg as I run after you to stop you,
My hopes head there, towards your empty hands.
Even after the pain that haunts me every night,
Comes back everytime with the same sinister smile,
I look at the frame of us on the kitchen counter,
My hopes head there, towards the night I don't feel It's echo.
Even after the times you made me regret,
Every one of the decisions I made,
Made me feel worthless and made me feel hopeless,
My hopes head there, towards the times I truly wish I could turn back.
I feel that I'm losing myself,
But let me hope for one last time.
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There Was A Feeling
PoetryWhile so many things could've changed, I wanted to decide I'll always be the same. But why is it so difficult? ------- This book is the poetry book with poetries highlighting topics anxiety, depression, self-doubt, heartbreak and many more such fee...
