Anxiety won't change my future
Regret won't change my past
My mind works like a suture
That makes all memories last
They're attached to a special part
In the middle of my brain
They help my damaged heart
To get through all my pain
The memories they help me see
That even when times are rough
I dont have to be so hard on me
To feel like I'm enough
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my darkest hours | poems
PoetrySelf-written poetry that gives an insight on what goes through someone's head when they are at their lowest. ''I sit still in the prime of my darkest hours While my presence seems calm and serene The happiness of my personality overpowers And leav...
