Dear Diary,
I'm driving but i'm not sure where
Is it home, is it just a temporary sanction?
Is it an escape or a distraction
Am i fooling myself or fooling you
Why are we doing this to ourselves
The more we push down the pain
The faster it will come back to us
And i know that now
Because I ran away
And it was a distraction
Leaving me in agony
We were both the fool
And i'm not sure where to go from here
So i'm driving
But i'm not sure where
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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...
