I pound on the walls that only echo what I say back at me. Waiting for a sign has I feel insane, because my mind will only call out for you. You are the one and someone that will pull me together before the shattered pieces collide with the ground trapping me, incasing me here. I know you are broken too, and trust is an unspeakable word. One you would call a sip of poison. It's hard for both of us, but if you will say cheers for a glass of poison? One we can share and get drunk on no matter how vile or bitter the taste is. Maybe you'll be fine with me once we both hit the stone and plead are goodbye to everyone and every fear.
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Broken and Mended, a Poetry Collection.
PoetryA collection of poems that was written through times of hardship and battling in my own mind during my high school years. Battling depression, anxiety, and trying to learn who I am. I may not feel as passionate or even like my poems now, but I thoug...
