Dear Diary,
I feel like a child that's lost their mother
Or a child mourning a loss of another
Because nothing in this world seems to make sense
When i can't seem to relax and everything is tense
The voices in my head will not go away
No matter how much I push them to bay
So what should I do, will someone please tell me
This empty heart of mine is no longer full of glee
I want to cry, sleep, and scream my lungs out
No more promises to people that I will not shout
Because in this world we go through so much
So kick, scream and yell, do as such
To survive the constant tidal waves
And dream our lives away
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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...
