All I can write about is heartbreak and sadness.
Can't seem to figure out why no one will have this.
I think I've made it through what most can't imagine,
Only to figure out that I still have to slay a dragon.
Some days I still can't drag myself out of bed,
I really don't know what's so wrong in my head.
I think I'm getting better but honestly, who knows?
At least I'm not still watching my blood flow.
I sit on the couch when it's the middle of the night,
Because sometimes when I sleep, my dreams are a fright.
I don't understand how people can leave me so easily.
How do their hearts suddenly become so freezing?

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Mistaken
PoetryA book of poems about the LGBT, depression, selfharm, suicide, freedom, and society.