My thoughts ascend , out, wild , marvelous and wonderfully filled with life startling every person in the room.
Unforeseen by every one that such a silent person could have this kind of ideas.
Drink up~ the loneliness.
Broken.~
Crushed.~
Shattered.~
Torn.~
Explore my deepest..
We have to lose grip and lose ourselves to realise things, accept the changes even if it takes someone so precious to let go and break you in pieces
I remember being once a teenager and thinking I had no one to speak to. So I wrote my pain in poems, it did help but having to think my friends or Family would never understand. I was wrong.
Mental health matters.
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