Dear Diary
- Sanjali
- May 24, 2020
- 1 min read
Dear Diary, Head’s a mess Everything gets me easily stressed I left the pills But I can’t let go Of anything else, Oh the worldly woes.
My hands are shaking Withdrawal’s a mess I cry a lot, I’m under duress, My love, my lives,
They get tired of me Depressed teenager- Now adult, leaves society.
But mostly tired of me Because I’m a mess But I try to treat them As kind as I get I love them so, I don’t let them go, The worldly tether binds me But I feel They want to let go.
Dear Diary, I fight But alone.
Love, Aames