What's it like to sleep without shedding one tear?
What's it like to wake up and love yourself?
What's it like to not have to fake a smile?
What's it like to be strong and beautiful?
What's it like to be free?
What's it like to not feel alone?
I'm sorry I'm just asking,
What's it like to love every bit of your life?
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Am I Good Enough Now?
PoetryDepression really sucks, and believe me I would know. So these are the poems of what goes on in my mind, even if I don't say them out loud. Sorry if you don't like them. *Trigger warning*
