Take me up the hill
In the middle of the night
To say goodbye forever-
To everything.
Hold my hand along the way
Lead me up to my last moments,
Lead me into cigarette smoke
And broken promises.
Cut the blue flowers
And they curl into themselves,
Well they do it every night
But now it is forever.
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Whispers in the Wind - A Poetry Recovery Journal
PoetryI will be documenting my recovery from various mental health struggles, as well as processing through my time in psych hospitals through the free-verse poetry in this book.
