there's nothing I desire more than optimism
I know that it hurts now and it may not always hurt
but how do I stop focusing on the may and what ifs?
I know that time heals all wounds
but time takes a piece of me with it every second that goes by
So how do I stop from letting the strength that is pessimism devour me from the inside out?
How do I set aside my worries and look for the good?
There's nothing I desire more than optimism.
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Whispered Thoughts and Screaming Lines
PoésieMy attempts at poetry Trigger warning for every poem Mentions of: suicide, self harm, eating disorders, dysphoria, etc. Most poems are written as spoken word so if they sound weird when you read them that's why
