In this short amount of time, I've gotten so used to your good morning and good night texts that for it all to just disappear now leaves me feeling lonely and empty. I'm sitting here on this bed with tears streaming down my face, waiting for something that's not going to come.
Leann-2025
YOU ARE READING
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
