I am from a mountain made of sorry's
a volcano filled with tears
I'm from slammed doors
and broken hearts
forgotten promises
and a bomb filled with lies
I am from a house filled with lost souls
pools filled with the power to forget
I'm from locked doors
and tears lost in pillows
I'm from screaming
and throwing fists
ears against doors, and living under the bed
I'm from piles of disappointment
bleeding wrists
feeling numb
I'm from losing hope
and finally giving up
YOU ARE READING
looking for a reason
Poesiethis book is a collection of poems I've been working on. some talk about love and hope while others discuss depression and anxiety. they go through my struggles over the years and I hope I can help some people when they read this by letting them kno...
