The feelings I discover.
The emotions I uncover.
The cyclone in my head.
I cry alone in my bed.
The hurt I intake.
It won't be long until I break.
No one is perfect...
a variety of losses, regrets, and depression wrapped into a mess of a poem book
started: 04.29.15
completed: 06.24.19
a book that has existed almost as long as I have on here. thank you for giving my story a chance (my apologies if some are really cringe or triggering)