There I was,
Clutching my heart,
That was shattered,
Holding my body,
Shaking and battered,
And counting to 10,
Trying to catch my breath.
At 18 years old,
I still want my mother.
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Thoughts, Never Words. (Poetry Collection)
PoetryPoems written by just some young adult going through some things.
Panic.
There I was,
Clutching my heart,
That was shattered,
Holding my body,
Shaking and battered,
And counting to 10,
Trying to catch my breath.
At 18 years old,
I still want my mother.
