I don't know what to do anymore, I'm falling to the ground like the autumn leaves.
It's not beautiful this isn't poetic.
I'm breaking like China glass
This isn't beautiful this isn't poetic.
My mind wants to stop like a car when it slams on the breaks fast and then all at once.
It isn't poetic or beautiful at all I'm screaming like someone who is seeing their life flash right in front of their own two eyes.
This life is tricky like puzzle pieces, some things just don't fit right there but they will always have a place and someday you will see the bigger picture.
~E.M.C
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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...
