"At 4am she lays in bed,
Listening to her favorite band,
Thinking of all the things she's done wrong.
At 4am she thinks of all those who left,
She blames herself for them leaving.
Suddenly she starts crying,
She finally lets it all out.
She's not as strong as she once was."
~KG
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PoetryA collection of poems and stories for the broken, lost, afraid, recovery, heartbroken, depressed, and many more. *Trigger warning possibly for some of these*
