My old papers and photos:
Antique boats,
Some old love letters,
My suicide notes.
Places we've seen,
Things that we've done.
My stories and poems,
It used to be fun.
In a photo,
You can't see
The pain in my eyes
Or the cuts on me.
Your teeth clenched tight,
My fingers crossed.
It was a battle
And indeed, I lost.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the Broken
PoetryJust poems I write in my spare time; I hope you enjoy them. Most are about depression, overcoming a past relationship, and anxiety. (There is a bit of a story line, and will have a story to compliment it out soon!)
