Drowning in misery.
I can't breathe
Count to ten,
I don't want to see your face again.
I told you everything
and now my heart is bleeding.
Every time you held my hand,
It was just a hidden form of handcuffs.
I didn't know when to let go.
Tomorrow
will be
The day I set myself free.
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Lonely Nights
PoetryHey there, it's Rachel, I just want to say that these are very personal and it has taken a lot to put them out there, but i'm finally doing it. ;) I hope that these poems give you solace, peace of mind, or just make you feel less alone. These poems...
