I'm sorry I don't make people happy, like I used to before. I'm sorry that the empathy I no longer feel anymore. I'm sorry my eyes don't shine like they used to, I'm sorry I smell of cigarettes instead of roses. I'm sorry my arms are covered in scars. I'm sorry.
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Drowning In Thoughts .3 (Locked Deep Book Series)
PoetryI'm drowning in fear, swallowed by depression and lost in my mind. I've lost it all the places I once called home. Locked Deep Book Series. 3
