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My P.O.V
A daughter,
Is that really what I am?
Screaming out like a surge,
Tears like waves crash over,
Hard to convey my sorrow when numb has been my life,
And heartbroken is something I know too well,
hopeless , worthless, nothing, a mist of lies seep through, shattered, cloudy skies are my only company as I lie awake in a foreign bed, my mind is a hurricane or hallucinations, anger washes over me like a flooded street, I don’t want to be okay, I can’t, I can’t hold through the storm, this frigid wind.
Is that really what I am?
Screaming out like a surge,
Tears like waves crash over,
Hard to convey my sorrow when numb has been my life,
And heartbroken is something I know too well,
hopeless , worthless, nothing, a mist of lies seep through, shattered, cloudy skies are my only company as I lie awake in a foreign bed, my mind is a hurricane or hallucinations, anger washes over me like a flooded street, I don’t want to be okay, I can’t, I can’t hold through the storm, this frigid wind.
Published 24th Jan 2018
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26th Jan 2018 2:04am
A dear friend was forced to such a reality a few times. I feel for any who must endure the perspective above.
7th Feb 2018 10:11pm
