I doubt I'll ever find love.
It seems like my perfect person will never share the feeling that I have,
And every time I think that I found love, I end up broken and alone.
I'm afraid of ending up alone, then again, isn't everyone?
Love is like a lost magic,
Rare and elusive.
Only the luckiest of people find love.
And it seems that I'm not so lucky.
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Poems from a Depressed Girl
PoetryJust some sad poems from a depressed girl. May contain triggering content so please read with caution. *Also I included a poem by Youdontknowme45*
