My therapist says I have an old soul
How do I bring myself to tell her its just very very tired
That I am very very tired
That i can no longer sit here in this room
And talk about my sadness like it will just go away
That I will someday not feel this emptiness in my chest
I am very very tired I said
Of no one believing that this is a problem
YOU ARE READING
With Shaking Hands
PoetryWith shaking hands is a collection of poetry I've created over the span of three years, here you'll find poems about, love, loss, growth, recovery. May you find a safe space here, may you find peace here.
