i no longer recognise
the girl staring back at me
in the mirror
that sweet innocent girl
it's like she never existed
all i see is a stranger
consumed by
addiction,
grief,
loss,
pain,
anxiety,
depression,
ptsd,
suddenly there is too many
to count on my hands
where did that sweet girl go?
i want her back
YOU ARE READING
My Life Through Poetry
PoetryThese poems are a reflection of my life. I wrote them in order of what I was experiencing. The challenges as well as the easy parts. I didn't want to turn it into a sob story by writing a biography or exaggerate it by turning it into a fiction book...
