I dream of you
Always
And when I wake up
I am ambushed with the feeling of sorrow
The pit of my stomach hardens
Maybe my heart does a little as well
I let myself tear up occasionally
But not too often because then it becomes more than a dream
It becomes the memories I have of you
Which is so much worse it seems
At least when I dream of you I can wake up
There is no waking up from memories
They are just there
Always
- 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
