•How could this happen•
•My wrists use to be so clean•
•My mind use to be my friend•
•My thoughts use to be so sweet•
•My smile use to be so bright•
•My eyes use to be full of life•
•How could this happen•
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Infatuated with hopelessness
PoetryWell I know no one will probably read these but I write a lot of the time, just random little poems or anything that comes to mind. I usually write these when I'm depressed or having anxiety. I just want to post some of them, even though barely anyo...
