They took me when I was just a broken girl and helped me to walk through hell, holding my hand the whole way through.
They taught me that I'm not alone. That others are broken, too. And they did all this through song.
And that's the best thing anyone could do , because no medicine works better than the words sung in a forest, by a small town boy with a blurry face .
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryCould be very triggering to people sufferIng with mental illinesses or prolong sadness Poems composed from my dark thoughts and released onto here in attempt to rid my head of its demons.
