"It isn't easy to heal alone
Now, its rare to hear my happy tone.
I wish I knew all of the reasons
why is it dark and cold for all seasons?
Curled up in the corner, face buried in my knees,
Longing for somebody to hold.
Is it arms that I feel?
But why is it so cold?
I look up to see
Only for my anxiety to unfold.
My negative thoughts engulfs me,
Can you hear me scream?
Please let me be.
Ain't no one knocking at the door
Can't you see I can take it no more?
My body feels so sore
I am cold to my core.
This will end,
I know.
I will no longer cry
Cause all I am doing
Is living to die. "
- @potterhead_reads
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LIVING to DIE
غير روائيA journal 💫 💌 No one talks about the period when they hit the rock bottom. But I am here. I want my story to be a survival guideline for people who are lonely. I am lonely too. 🫂 So talk about your stories in the comments. Engage yourself. Let's...
