Take me with you.
Don't leave me confined to this prison.
Let me come with you.
We can both be free.
Let me go.
I'll follow you until we meet the end of the earth.
I'll walk behind you until my lungs scream, and my feet burn,
But whatever you do,
Don't leave me here.
Note:
Happy thirty, my mentally ill babies. UwU
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My Mind On Paper
PoetryA collection of poems written by me. These are for the heartbroken, the hopeless romantics, the lonely, and the people struggling with their mental health. Also, I try to add a nice picture to every chapter to take away from some deep-ness(?) of som...
