I write in hopes of bringing you back
To the place you once called home
To the place you said you'd never leave,
but you did anyway
— me
A/N:
This was a short poem I wrote on a sticky note I found on Lang Leav's poetry book, Lullabies.
It's insane how much time heals. A year ago today I was in the worst state I have ever seen myself in. I've done so many idiotic stuff, to myself and to others, but time has healed my heart and my mistakes.
Being broken is inescapable. It will come to you, no matter how much you try to avoid it. It comes through love, friendship, family, everything. We just have to create a path to get out of it. Slow and steady, folks. You will get there, as I did.
YOU ARE READING
Breathe
Poetry- how I breathe through the never-ending madness in my mind. [ 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 ] Highest Rank: #130 in Poetry #38 in Brokenhearted #8 in Venting
