The sound of your broken heart
beats like the clatter of an
old train whilst the bags under
your eyes reminds you of your
mistakes your regrets your misunderstandings the
sleepless nights become zombie-like days
like a record skipping it won't
stop repeating so stop.
Stop.
Every second more
you are in the future.
Stop trying to change
what has already been.
Create your story
Live your dreams
Time can't be undone
Time can't be remade.
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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
