Time feels different,
and the pain feels
worse.
How can I hold on to
something not real?
Sometimes I feel so
sick inside,
I find it hard to
breathe.
The days go on in
horror,
I wish i could hold on
to the days,
the days when I saw
myself and not a
stranger in the mirror.
They all say it's gonna
pass,
but I still see the haze,
the haze of yesterday.
*Not my best work I know but its how I felt so I hope you can relate.
