Waking up was always the hard part facing yourself looking at myself feeling the empty was my stray but facing the outline of each hit as a outline made my feelings stray i barely drag myself up before the crippling pain sometimes i dream im in a book store the best around letting my self glide in my mind before im faced with the same torture i feel every night maybe today i'll face the world with all that i've got i know the world is s blip that slides past the halftime show i just don't think i can stick it out before my heart caves in feeling useless all over again
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The saddest indigenous poems
PoetryHappy to know so many of you guys like my book we now are #40 in poetry thank you so much for voting ❤❤ It's a simple book with poems of my life my trauma my love my fears this book is a me book and I hope you guys enjoy also thank you for reading a...
