Poems Told By A Anixety Depressing shit person

things are getting better(final poem)

I woke up seeing the stars
Feeling the wind on my skin
As my skin glistens in the moon
I feel relived
I see and feel hope
The wounds that were deeply wounded
Are heald and now are just fainted scars
The girl who was sad and in need of love
Is now filled with love so much
She wants to share it
Knowing none will spill out

She now knows Things are getting better.

Thank you for reading this short book of poems I wrote my self
It was deep from the heart.and I hope I reached someone and that the ones who read it fell my pain. But also the relief
- 💕Alizé