A voice calls out for help, but there is no one near. A voice calls out with anger, filling my ears. How dare you leave me here, the voice calls out said with fear. A voice calls out, but there's no one there. A voice calls out I'm over here as I stop and stare at the mirror that's near, I realize the voice I hear is coming from within.
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Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
Poetrypoetry and short stories for those struggling with mental health, it's okay not to be okay, and please seek help if you're feeling lost. I will be adding more poems and short stories along the way.
