When you embrace me in your warm arms
The one I've wished to be in for year where you could whisper the most untrue words ever the ones no one has told me. It gonna be ok.
Maybe there's an end to this nightmare we call life.
YOU ARE READING
Maybe I wasn't sent here to live
Poetrythis is basically about my life and stuff I've gone through and fighting depression. its also poetry target behaviors such as self harm, abuse, and depression
