I'm not sure if things will get better at this point.
Maybe I'm in a bad place.
Maybe I shouldn't say that.
Buts it's been harder lately and I can't think straight.
I'm spiraling farther and farther dark into this deep abyss.
This deep abyss a mess with all my old memories.
The memories of you rip me apart.
Like little kids hands ripping apart their Christmas presents.
~E.M.CA note from the poet: I don't know if any of my poems make any sense anymore and I'm
Sorry about that.
Love,Emily
Aka dejectedpoetry
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Hurt Beyond Repair.
PoetryHurt and frightened and no where to turn except for my journal. Curse words being streamed at me and you would have thought I had a father for a sailor. ~E.M.C Many poems focusing on the subject of Mental Illness, that many suffer with and the su...