"and tonight, I am sleeping on your side of the bed, because my gift to myself this christmas is the letting go. you have been gone for many months and I still find that my heart is held captive by you. and that is fine, but my mind and my body is my own. my belongings are my own. you can remain in my heart, but I need you out of my mind."
–12:16am
—I have been held captive by you for far too long.
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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.
