"and i lay here, unable to confront the empty side of my bed.
although i guess it is not really empty. that ghost of the memories i hold of you still exist, lingering in my every thought. i cannot even breathe without you being on my mind. i cannot sleep, or else you are in my dreams. i can not exist, without you still haunting me, even though you're gone."
–10:32pm
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realities of a broken soul | poetry
PoetryA collection of my private, most cherished poems. authors note: certain poems talk in relation to self harm or depression, including mentions of suicide. such poems are marked with an "(x)" in the chapter title.
