I feel like I'm suffocating and drowning in an ocean, trying to swim to the shore, but I always end up drowning deeper, just waiting for someone to reach out their hand and pull me up from the bottom. No one can save you but you.
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
