I wish I had the heart that could love you the way you need to be loved. Instead, I panicked and shut you out when all you wanted was for me to tear down the walls I put up and let you in. But I was too stubborn back then to see it, because of how my parents loved and everyone around me showed love. I just wasn't strong enough to tear down those walls; I thought they were keeping me safe, but they were only hurting me. I'm sorry you had to see that part of me. I'm better than this. Now you'll never get to know the healed version of me, because all you got was the unhealed, broken me.
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
