I am the one who can't stand September mornings.
I am the one who can't bear witness to yearly memorials.
I am the one who can't stand long car rides.
I am the one who hates the reaper for doing this to me.
I am the one who survived the mass pile-up.
I am the one who people thought was forever blessed.
I am the one who lost everything in one blow.
I am the one who lost the one they were scared to love.
I am the one who goes to therapy twice a week............................... ....................................................................still
I am the one who in the end is still just lost.
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My Poem Book
PoetryA bunch of poems that I felt like posting. Some sad and some will be happy. Just take it word per word as I wrote them. This story will not be complete in any way until I think that there are enough inside for me to make a second book. Until then ha...