Poems about Health
I hate my life.
I speak bitterly because I feel bitter.
I bloom, then wither.
A fleeting shadow of pain.
"Go out among the nations and proclaim the Good News and proclaim liberty to the captives....For you are the salt and light of the world.
I feel so hopeless, helpless, and defeated.
These thoughts are running through my head on a constant cycle.
Mom, I know that we don’t see the world the same way,
I could never see your view
because mine was stuck on replay.
Hits, shatters, impact—Love shouldn’t feel like breaking glass.Memories of moments past.
Hits, shatters, impact—Love shouldn’t feel like breaking glass.Memories of moments past.
A lighter runs out of fuel
A fire turns its wood to ash
The sun sets
A lighter can be refueled
A lighter runs out of fuel
A fire turns its wood to ash
The sun sets
A lighter can be refueled
