Someone once told me that family come first. If so, then why are they always the people pushing me to put my goals, dreams, education and every other thing before them? Why do they underestimate how much I need them? And why can't I just find the damn words to say so? To tell them how much they really mean. How much I miss our friendships and hate growing apart. How much I wish I could be there every single day because I hate missing every important moment and milestone in their lives? Why can't I bring myself to take that teaching I wear on my heart and make it a reality?
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With Broken Wings (2013)
Poetry"Take these broken wings and learn to fly again." This is my own personal story of overcoming my demons and my grief. I define my recovery. ι'ℓℓ вє уσυя ѕнσυℓ∂єя тσ cяу ση, уσυя яσcк ωнєη уσυ'яє ησт ѕтяσηg ι'ℓℓ вє уσυя нєαят ωнєη ιт'ѕ вяσкєη, му α...
