It feels like
My head has been ripped open again
At the seams
And everything that I’ve been holding inside
For so long
Is spilling out of me
So quickly
That I barely have time to breathe
The only thing that I can think
Is I’m sorry
As I fall
Shaking
To my knees
They were always weak
Anyway
m.p.
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With Broken Wings (2013)
Poetry"Take these broken wings and learn to fly again." This is my own personal story of overcoming my demons and my grief. I define my recovery. ι'ℓℓ вє уσυя ѕнσυℓ∂єя тσ cяу ση, уσυя яσcк ωнєη уσυ'яє ησт ѕтяσηg ι'ℓℓ вє уσυя нєαят ωнєη ιт'ѕ вяσкєη, му α...
