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Ending the stigma through poetry
He does not care about you. He just wants to know he still has control over you. Do not let him back in.
I wanted it so badly to work out with you But it was killing me And costing me my inner peace So I had to let you go And let it be
You are my own personal hell Like an addict and his heroin I can not quit you I know you will be the end of me And here I am Still loving you
I see the world for what it is. You say I am pessimistic and I say I am realistic.
When you grow up in a home where your mother’s moods were euphoric then melancholic, while talking to imaginary friends, you do not judge others for simply being different.
My mind was spinning as if it was a tornado. My emotions would not stop raging out of control. I was losing it. The madness had taken me once again as I relived my traumatic past. Anger, suicidal thoughts and reckless behavior consumed me.… Continue Reading “Feelings”
You may find a piece of me In the women you meet However, over time You will see That they will never compare To someone like me
Empathy Poetry 