He built me up yet he let me fall apart.
Helped me sore in the sky yet he let me crash
Now I'm begging you will you help me learn to stand?
Will you help me fly again?
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Letters to the dead
PoetryA suicidal heartbroken teenager with daddy issues, anxiety, stress and a mild depression. I've got a fucked up head and I've been mentally and physically scared for life. I hope I don't bore you with my sadness. Its hard to be depressed and not hide...
