Dear Diary,
This sickness is something I cannot bare
My heart has never been filled with such despair
I wake up every day, feeling like death
And all I can do is accept it, and count every breath
But how do I live when life feels dark
I've lost everything in me, even my spark
'I'm sorrys' 'Feel better' flooding my phone
When really all it makes me feel is more alone
But I know like the wind, this will come and go
For now I am drowning, hurting head to toe
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Letters From The Unhealed - POETRY
PoetryLetters to the ones I love, the ones I used to love, and the ones I haven't loved yet. From an unhealed soul. Letters from the Unhealed explores my personal young adult journey through poetry. Ever since the day I turned 18 the world seemed to hav...
