It really hurts, when those I
love, say they know exactly how
I feel.
It really hurts, when people go
About their day, acting as if I'm
Not even there.
It really hurts, when I see how
Much medication I must take,
Just to feel happy once more.
It really hurts, when I awake to a
New morning, hoping it'll be a
Good one, and it betrays me.
It really hurts.
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Drowned By the Ashes
PoetryI don't remember when I started drowning. I was probably just born in the water. *TRIGGER WARNING!!!* My earliest poetry that evolved as time went by.
