3am
  • WpView
    Reads 1,457
  • WpVote
    Votes 82
  • WpPart
    Parts 41
WpMetadataReadComplete Thu, Oct 11, 201813m
3am. My heart is screaming out your name. It hurts so bad and I am still so in love with you. "What do I do?" my heart cries. "Express the pain" my mind says.
All Rights Reserved
#315
latenightthoughts
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • that's Y I wrote iT.
  • Just don't
  • The Poems For You
  • Poems of Pain and Solitude
  • Purity
  • The Pieces of You
  • Poetry in an empty room
  • Thursday

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. Volume. I

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines