i can't sleep, i tell you, my back turned to you.
why? you ask
it's hard to fall asleep when your heart is broken into pieces. i reply.
tears start, and i realize at once it is not solely my eyes they are pouring from.
you're crying too.
—i hurt you, i'm sorry..
10:40pm
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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.
