Every second feel like an hour
Where day feels like a year
They say I'm weaning,
In reality, I'm losing
I really want my old life back
Yet it's you who brought me back
I hate you, but I owe you
Can't wait to bid adieu
YOU ARE READING
Jo's Journal: Choices Written
PoetryA collection of feelings, inspirations, and a reflection of experiences. This book is a record of my memories that are made up of choices and chances that I've taken. It became an anchor that saves me every time I'm drowning in my own thoughts.
