Walking in the front door shouldn't be a nightmare and my dreams shouldn't be the only things that brings me joy. I should want to come back. I should have happy memories and be making them too. I should feel welcome. I should be able to talk to someone and they should listen. But no one listens and no one tries to. I never belonged here, but I don't belong there anymore either. I'm lost in a a world of sadness and I can't find the right door to walk through that leads to a better fate. To be honest, don't think I ever will.
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Poems of Sorts
PoetryThese are some poem type things and short stories/texts/writings I've written. Usually I write them when I'm sad or trying to process something, but I thought I'd put some here.
