When you see things, there different through another person's eyes.
When you look at words on a book,
those word could mean something else
to someone else.
People are different.
I'm different than the rest,
I feel the need to control, take over, ruin all the good I have in my life
for what?
To have nothing and no one to look back to when I'm getting pulled away by that never ending darkness that I now call home?
What happened to my bright light that used to make me happy,
that used to feel like home?
This darkness isn't home.
iIt doesnt feel like she did.
It doesn't make me feel like she did.
Maybe if I would've done it different,
maybe if I tried.
Maybe if I tried to see it through another's eyes
it might have went differently.
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Forever & Over
PoetryI wrote most of these when I was in a really dark time in my life it felt like I was drowning and sinking but now I finally learned how to float and breathe again. When I look back at these mistakes and this undescribable pain, I like to still wri...
