mending
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I frown and adjust my crown. My spirit shattered, but made no sound.
Counting my blessings, but my soul is down.
A sadness so deep, so profound.
Losing weight by the minute, I'm already down 80 pounds.
I sit and think that with all the disasters around the world happening,there would better things you can set your mind to focus on,but the mirror was facing me,while I write this poem,could you feel the passion in my heart,can you see that I'm so
You asked me if I remembered
the kid you once were.
Instantly my mind flooded with memories.
I could tell you stories on how you would
try to run to the moon and back for me.
thoughts that kill thoughts of being not worthy
voices saying “no love will ever come”
trying to not give in
the voices sometimes stop
give the heart a break
before it breaks even more
count blessings and look to the stars
for once the broken silence is ours
broken only by our tear drops;
and the sound of crying wolves
the anger always stops
and the courage all dissolves
Lying awake at night
causes one to face their darkest fright.
Whether it be school or bills or paying the rent,
everybody needs a way to vent.
Somewhat hopeless and all alone,
