You were the wind beneath my sail,
Who made me smile without fail.
It was real too,
Not the fake one you see before you.
You ask why and how,
I guess I'll tell you now.
You were never enough,
To get me through the rough.
I didn't want to be saved from it all.
I wanted to leap and fall.
I don't want to live.
I know this is hard to forgive.
Dear Hero,
You're the one that I love,
Now I'll just do it from above.
YOU ARE READING
Almost a poet
PoesíaI'm trying my luck at poetry so it'd be great to get some feedback. Keep in mind that these poems are strongly related to depression, anorexia, and things of that sort. If you are recovering, this story is not recommended for you.
