I'm doing my best to let it all go. We are on two separate roads. In this life, your road consists of playing games with me. My heart and mind were convinced at one point that you wanted me, but then reality set in when I took two steps back; you were only a ghost when I lay down and close my eyes. So, you see, we are on different roads in life. My road consists of healing my past trauma, working on myself, figuring out how I want to live my life, the person I want to be, and growing mentally and spiritually. So, why did you have to come back and disturb my peace?
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
