In the quiet of the night, I sit alone,
Feeling my world slowly disintegrate,
Pieces of my heart scattered like stones,
As I navigate through a sea of fate.
I thought I had it all figured out,
But life had other plans in store,
Now I find myself filled with doubt,
As I watch my dreams crumble to the floor.
The walls I built around my heart,
Are starting to crumble and fall,
I try to hold them together, but I'm falling apart,
As I hear the echo of my own heart's call.
I thought I was strong, I thought I was brave,
But now I feel like I'm drowning in despair,
The weight of the world on my shoulders, I can't save,
Myself from the darkness that's always there.
I reach out for help, but no one's there,
I'm all alone in this endless night,
My cries for help lost in the cold, still air,
As I try to hold on with all my might
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The Lines in Her Head
PoesíaThis poem book follows the everyday struggles with mental health, finding love, and the struggles with heartbreak Warning there are some mentions of self harm struggles
