My head is a swirling tornado of thoughts plastered across my mind
and none of the letters will stay still as they mockingly dance red across the page.
It's 4am again and I remember how alone I felt as you spoke down the phone,
as if you didn't know I felt like a truck had blazed through my heart on its journey to paradise
and left me in hell, a gaping hole in my chest.
How did you not see, I had lost a part of me...
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Depression/ Suicide/ Self harm / recovery Poems
PoetryA collection of poetry to show people the pain some people go through, I go through. A place where I can release the pain within me and show you all that recovery is possible. I love and care about all of you xx
