These days I feel so far away. I lost myself and hit the pavement. I'm trying to find myself, that girl I was before my first kiss, before my first heartbreak, before my first trauma. I think she's in a forest where it's dark and windy; she's yelling at me to try to find her, but she's so far down there it's hard to know which path to take to find her. Deep down in my heart and mind, I know she's there, all alone, waiting for me to catch her before she falls and hits the pavement again, and this time the pavement breaks her into tiny millions of pieces, where all that's left is the fragments of who she used to be, like fragile glass.
Leann-2025
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Every rose 🌹 grows differently
Poetryheartbroken depression grief love anxiety. I started writing poetry in 2020 after a rough patch in life so I've decided to share some old and new ones some from my diary I hope you enjoy and feel less alone
