As the leaves begin to change I remember
All of the things you used to love about this time of year
Your stupid little traditions that I grew so accustomed to
How your mood would improve in the slightest way
I miss you every day in a different way
It still stings that you aren't here
And we cannot create new traditions together
They say that it gets better with time but it's been six years and I still feel like I'm missing out
On who you were and who you could've been
Some days it feels like I made you up
Like you were never here and that hurts the most
They say you're in a better place and maybe that is true
Because anywhere you are has to be better
I love you more than words can convey
Especially when the leaves begin to change
- r.b.
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The Poems Of A Young Suicidal Girl
PoetryHey guys it's Raven, please vote/comment if you enjoy these poems? I wanna know if I'm trash at this or not. Thanks lovelies, stay strong af
