I keep losing my mind
i keep thinking i'm fine
i'm over the constant deepening thoughts of dread
i hear your voice
and i believe it
But it's like the wind—
so unpredictable
and it's killing me from within.
-worry no more shall there be no soul left
YOU ARE READING
You
Poetry"You"- meaning the you personally and You aside from me. This book talks about the You individually and going through times when you are your own light but, also when all you see and when all you feel is darkness. The You I dream about and need and...
