A tortured soul Who endured Lost love Anxiety Depression Helplessness Hopelessness And has finally found peace For putting it onto paper Has been their best therapy
A new year, A new chance Improve yourself Laugh, stay the same Commit the same sins Commit new ones Learn, forget Fail again We are not malleable creatures Embrace your endless propensity to **** up
Inadvertently made my first concrete poem (a bomb, I guess?)
She's a funeral you go to every day Every day you work on your speech and get the words to come out just a little better than the day before And every day only one thing stays the same: *You miss her