Everyone is leaving.
One by one,
every single day.
And today,
I saw her again,
with her back facing towards me.
My heart speaks.
"I wish you weren't one of them"
And slowly,
She's walking away.
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Unexplainable (I Am Bipolar)
PoetryPoem; Mental Health and Me {Thoughts, Poems, Relationship, Life Lessons} *A seventeen-year-old girl who suffers from mental illness and bullying.
