I wish I could find love in the simple, little things in my everyday life like people tell me too.
Some days it just doesn't work that way.
It seems like everything is falling from my grips like when you have buttery hands and try to pick something up.
I feel like me myself is falling from 10 story's up and I can't stop it because it's my own thoughts that pushed me.
Some days even the small things just aren't relevant to me and I wish I could change that but that's just the way it is somedays.
~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...
