Thank you for the pain.
Thank you for burying me.
I thought things were okay for awhile; but the sadness never fails to haunt me, right before I can sink into my handful of happiness.
Thank you for ripping the bandages off my wounded heart that was in the process of healing.
Thank you for tying my thoughts up into knots.
You instill fear within me - and I can't get rid of it; so, eternal thanks to you.
Thank you for making each and every day of my life full of misery and hopelessness.
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Poetry(#12 in Poetry- 3/5/17 |14 in Poetry- 2/28/17 |23 in Poetry- 11/18/16) Have you ever considered picking up a pen and writing to the one you fear most? Well, that's what I've done. When I write to my fears, It's oddly satisfying, because I know that...
