I hadn't realized that it would be this dark. Or that hope would an unknown loss, a view of blackened walls and fire.
Struggling to shake off the depression gathering around me.
My worth can't help me anymore,
I feared I had none. And so I thought I nothing was my worth. My worth was nothing.
I slipped head first into a pit of darkness.
I couldn't walk without getting lost in confusion and racing thoughts.
It was all true, everything said-
You can't save someone before you save yourself.
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A Weed Surrounded By Flowers
KöltészetThrough poetry she felt the weight on her shoulders slowly fade as her thoughts and emotions went from her heart and swayed through the pen to the paper. Her life full of poems waiting to be written and read. She will no longer be silent, and this i...
