Tears fall down my cheeks,
they have now for weeks.
The lump in my throat
is making me croak.
Only sadness is left
The water drops fall to the floor,
As I slowly walk out the door.
From my last hope
YOU ARE READING
Poetry. From the broken soul.
PoetryPoetry written over a time span of over ten years. This includes some of my darkest and lightest moments and the stories of others. Most deal with topics such as suicide, depression, family, eating disorders, religion, self harm, acceptance, recover...
