The past still haunts me.
Memories I could not forget
always clinging to my skin
trying to consume the present
fighting my thoughts
into the negativity that is
so familiar and comfortable.
I was too scared to take risks
because the thought of it
already suffocates me.
There are so many things
to be grateful about
but as the night comes
all I could think about
are the mistakes of the past.
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Peace with Myself
PoetryThese poems are here to give light in times of darkness, to make aware that darkness exist and that darkness can be conquered. Peace with Myself is a collection of poems from my journal for almost three years and finally, I am sharing it to the worl...
