If I ever look at you and don't have an ounce of hatred in my body, tell my old self to wait a little bit longer
Because I know she is clawing at her skin, hoping her self love is perhaps buried underneath
And it is, but in that life it's not
She needs to know that if she gives herself time to grow
She will become the waterer to her own garden one day
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Poetic Depression
PoetryAny given rant or poetic piece I write when feeling depressed or anxious. I share my story in attempts to raise awareness against mental illness as well as to encourage others that it is okay to struggle, and that you are not alone.
