10:57 pm, july 2nd
The sound of ocean waves.
The moonlight.
The heartache.
This is so tragic.
My mind is filled with so many questions.
My heart hurts so much.
I'm sick to my stomach.
This isn't easy.
This kind of thing isn't easy.
But I have to slowly push forward.
It is a slow, difficult process though.
a.b.
YOU ARE READING
Tarnished Beauty
PoetryYou and I, we have different stories and that's what makes us all individually unique. This is just a continuation of mine- where I try and fix myself, relapsing along the way. I hope this gives you hope or whatever you need to survive.
