I hate the way I am.. the way I think and how I feel.
There’s a wound within my chest much too strong to heal.
It takes my breath away, small gasps of hope where I can.
Trapped in my own head with all this pain I can not stand.
I am my worse regret. Wishing there was a way to have tried everything I could have and made you stay.
To make you laugh and to make you smile. Just long enough.. just for a little while.
So when my lungs finally stop and my body goes cold, I hope you’re there beside me with a warm hand to hold.
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Kathrina Posma
Poetry is amazing. It can make others feel like they aren’t alone and feel understood.
It’s taken me a while to share my things.
I hope you enjoy my words. x
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