The pictures I find of me when I was young seem like they are from an entirely different life
One where I was happier
And nothing was really ever wrong
What would she think of me now?
No child should grow up to feel like this
I can't hate her
But
I hate me
How does that work?
YOU ARE READING
My Depressive Mind
PoetryThis is merely a collection of my thoughts, a glimpse into the insanity that is my mind. Enjoy. *TRIGGER WARNING*
