The truth is that I write in order to fight against my pain and heartache
I am miserable and I need others to feel my misery so that I will feel less miserable
I know it is selfish
i am trying to hard to change
i do not even recognise myself anymore
i am permanently living in winter
summer seems like it is non-existent
my heart is frozen so much that even when I am cold I do not shiver
I have turned into someone I no longer know
here i am a stranger
but at least i am speaking my truth
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“JUNE 25, 2024”
LOOKING THROUGH MY BACK PAGES IS THE THEME NO SCHEME JUST SEEMS THE THING TO DO. Here it is 2015. Christmas eve. Happy Holidays to everyone and Merry Christmas and all that jazz. Have a prosperous New Year. May we be in the mood for peace and love instead of hate. May we learn to love each other as human beings. May we learn to not always be at war.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 days ago in Poets
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