I love the wind against my face
Moving through my hair.
I let it down just in case,
But the wind doesn't come today.
How can I live without that?
I needed the feeling.
Now it's gone so suddenly,
It's left me reeling.
I want it back,
To feel alive.
Demons can't attack,
When I can fly.
I can glide,
Right to the ground.
I'll be long gone,
Before I'm found.
I'm leaving now,
So I'll say goodbye.
I love you darling,
But I need to die.
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Almost a poet
PoesíaI'm trying my luck at poetry so it'd be great to get some feedback. Keep in mind that these poems are strongly related to depression, anorexia, and things of that sort. If you are recovering, this story is not recommended for you.