Laying on the cold hard ground.
Grasping for my breathe
It's so cold outside
Or is the cold just me
Because the sun has risen and the clouds have faded away and made a journey somewhere else
The sky is blue and the sun is high in the sky
But I'm still shaking
And once again I'm still cold.
~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...
