My writing is my therapy,
My writing is my release.

Talking to myself,
Trying to be at peace.

My mind spininning,
Hands are shaking.

Thinking of those
Who’s hearts are breaking.

Seeing me sad,
Its making me mad.

I dont want to be here
But its not my time to go

Author: Dana Gidner-Kristal

perfectly imperfect

Spill your brains...

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