I'm a mess
I confess that I'm a combination of anxiety and stress.
I'm depressed.
Now there's tears on my dress.
I need to decompress.
I'm aware that there isn't many good qualities I possess.
If you don't love me at my worst, nonetheless,
then you don't deserve me at my best.
If I ask you if you love me,
will you say yes?
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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...
