I feel like I don't have any energy left in me; it's like I'm a walking zombie just serving on my last thread. It often feels like I'm a hollowed-out tree hoping someone sheds some water on me to grow. I feel like a dead rose with all its thorns stabbing me.
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
