He awoke each morning in a pool of sweat and tears,
At first he was unable to desipher why.
Come to think of it, was he unable, or was he afraid of remembering a truth that would surely break him.
A truth he liked to believe had never happened.
A truth that crippled him inside out.
Every morning he awoke, and went on his day as if nothing had ever happened, until one day it became too much.
He remembered.
He remembered why he could not sleep,
Why he could not smile,
Why he could not walk,
He remembered it all.
Everything that had destroyed his will to live.
Everything.
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Poems From A Mindful Girl
ŞiirFeel free to message me at any time 💟 I know I'm not a good poet, but I enjoy expressing myself through poetry and hope to improve. I write poems and stuff to deal with my mental health so like... yea aha. >I'll put trigger warning if one is needed<
