Bring my back to life with EDMR,
I am a void to the world and myself.
These days I don't know how to fix myself,
it's been going on,
and on,
and on.
Bring my back to life with CBT,
Give my tools to tinker myself.
These days I don't know why I fix myself,
it's been going on,
and on,
and on.
Bring my back to with art therapy,
I need a way to express: What is me?
These days I don't know how to express myself,
it's been going on,
and on,
and on.
Inner child is not one I can heal
for they're still being damaged.
How can I stop it? How can I fix it?
How can I move on, and on and on
into the light at the end of
this dark tunnel full of shooting
stars passing by,
and I keep
wishing and wishing,
but they never stop running by.
I am jealous of the others
that seem to get it right.
I never know when to stop
chasing, though I still feel left behind.
I always wanted to be a singer.
To voice what I feel,
but I never could just take a break
to let me heal.
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It's Raining Outside
Poetry[Completed] 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃. I don't know how else to say this, but... 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐬; 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧�...
