She:
She held her head up high during the days that aren't always right.
Even when having those who cared she still felt left alone.
The more she thought of what she called a happy ending did not become one.
She believed to much in her dreams she had but she knew that the dreams won't come true.
The pain become scars and blood, no food for months.
"I'm okay" are the only words that came out of her
- Mick{e}y
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Pretty In Poems
PoésieI write poems to explain the darkness of depression or anxiety, people have their own way of seeing it but I just want to make it clear it's not easy for those who have it. I'm hoping you'll enjoy this book of my poems. If you need help reach out to...
