How I wish I could
let go of the things
that hurt but didn't
really matter
Have I let this wound
fester and poured
poison down on it too?
How I wish I could
let go of the words said
or the memories
made but not kept
How I wish I could
let go of the life
I've led and
the blood I've bled
How I wish
—every time—
but none did
come true
because I can't
and I won't
How I wish I have
the strength to pull
myself out of the rubble
even when people
and the world keeps
pushing me down
How I wish
I was loved
instead of being
left standing in
the rain just for
being who I am
october 18, 2021
YOU ARE READING
every thing is sad
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