Dear World,
Five months, stuck in the same pattern.
My life isn't going anywhere. I'm going to be here, in this same dark hole, forever.
Sometimes I ask myself if it's even worth it.
I've been paying more attention to the voices. It took me this long to realize that the voice in my head, was my own.
...
I haven't seen her all week. It's only been two days but we've talked everyday for the past few months.
I texted her a few times but she never responded.
I hope she's ok.
It would probably kill me if I lost the only person who sees what I'm going through. Everyone else is literally blind to my struggles.
I hope she comes tomorrow.
Maybe she'll be here tomorrow.
Maybe.
-Me
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The Way She Smiles
Poetry"I couldn't explain it, no matter how hard I tried but I fell in love with the way she smiled" ~Max
