I hear their wishes
Their prayers as I listen
My heart fills with bitterness
As bitter as raw coffee
I hate how they say
My sister's name in pain
I hate how I know
My sister's far away
I wish to be somewhere
Far away like her
But wherever I may go
Bitterness flows
In my heart that is cold
A/N. I'M BACK! That is all :3
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Shorts, Poems, and Imagines
Poetry"It's exhausting to fight a war inside your head every single day." -Micki Ann