Dear Diary,
The only thing giving me hope
Is that I hope you learn
I hope you grow
I hope you realize
Because I know you will
I just don't know when
But you're young, and you have time
Which I think is the worst part
That one day you'll finally learn
And you'll grow
And you'll realize
But by then, it's too late
And I'll be gone
So this is it
So long
YOU ARE READING
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...
