Tell me I'm the one
My mother is not my mother She is a shell Of the person she used to be
Bullying destroys lives and takes them.
You cannot reach, parts you can not breach.
This is a poem that I'm not sure if I like or not, so criticism would be welcome.
They say letting go is the hardest part but I think The hardest part is saying hello.
Sometimes you should fear the shadows and what lurks in them.
The heavier you are, the faster you fall.
Just a short poem I wrote, about how difficult breathing can be.
A poem about hatred and it's effects...
A poem about growing old.