In those moments, where all you have is yourself
And yourself isn't that encouraging
And your thoughts are overwhelming
Because life seems to be going downhill, spiraling out of control.
Your tears become your comfort, because your arms aren't long enough to do the job.
It's in those times you question your purpose,
You ask yourself, how can I be happy?
How do I stop crying?
How do I stop feeling?
How do I become the person I want to be?
But it's In those moments I realize, I can't
Because I don't know the person I want to become
The pain only showed me the person I do not want to be.
In those moments, are places NOT to be.
~Baygirl signed~
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Poetic Justice
PoetryThis a book containing my poems. The poems are far from literal, i don't write directly. It's also a bit depressing. I don't write about hearts and flowers. That may or may not change in the future. You want poems to relate to loneliness, depression...
