I was at the store
And I looked around
Faces flashing by me as I walk
I look closely
And make up stories
Of what people go through everyday
And what they think about every night.
Every person caught my eye
As I think 'have they been loved? Have they gone through the struggles of the demons possessing them? Do they cry themselves to sleep every night? What's their story?' They walk by and smile and I think 'what if its not real? What if they have it worse than me? What if....'
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Drowning In Sorrow- Poetry
Poetry*Trigger Warning* Suicide, cutting, depression, abuse, self harm, death etc. ~I didn't know happiness as well as I know sorrow ❤️ Stay strong ❤️
