I had a family
Who loved me
I loved them back
A sister I loved so dearly
Slipped through my fingers instead
I wanted to die so bad
I wanted to break my hand as hard as I can
But what would that do?
It won't bring her back
So I lived every day with a sin in my hand
With my brain weak and weary
With my heart filled with worry
And my soul torn in half.
YOU ARE READING
Shorts, Poems, and Imagines
Poetry"It's exhausting to fight a war inside your head every single day." -Micki Ann
