Dear Diary,
Tis the season where everyone's true colors show
The time where we find out who's really friend or foe
The air is as cold as the arctic sea
Can you just leave me alone, just let me be
i'm good at pushing away the people
who love me the most
because why would i trust them
when everyone else goes ghost
It's one of the things
I dislike most about me
my clouded mind is unable-
to find glimpses of glee
It's time for me to change.
It's time it's time it's time.
So I can live on a range
And learn how to rhyme
YOU ARE READING
Letters From The Unhealed - POETRY
PoesiaLetters to the ones I love, the ones I used to love, and the ones I haven't loved yet. From an unhealed soul. Letters from the Unhealed explores my personal young adult journey through poetry. Ever since the day I turned 18 the world seemed to hav...
