There's only my phone on my face while crying,
So I typed all the sorrows to go away;
Made them arts that can heal someone's heart in clamoring;
I hope I could help even though some lines were cliches.
I wrote it out of woes,
But I hope they'll find it amazing,
Which could make them jovial, which I want to bestow;
I don't want others to suffer like I did, it's suffocating.
Loving yourself is better than loving others.
I am saying that everyone can leave, but yourself will never—it loses.
So, don't let yourself be baited by the abusers,
I went through it, I don't want you to feel what I went through forever.
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THE ANXIETIES THAT TAUGHT ME (A SELF HELP BOOK)
PoetryThe collection of original poems of mine, lessons I've learned through my own poems, and challenges I'd went through just to defeat my problems and anxieties. I wrote these pieces whenever the monster named anxiety tried to break my core again. Take...
