I'm warning you before you read my story: It won't end well.
@catwoman gave me the prompt of 'higher' and this is a poem I came up with on that prompt, based on mental health. I wrote this as spoken poetry. Thank you for reading. <3
When one allows to be forgotten, it could mean they've forgiven
We are two sides of the same medal Never see each other but always play with the devil
I wrote this piece for a certain someone, sometime ago
But today it fell right into place, soo. @hayha
The moment I realized the worst was yet to come. The moment I realized my sickness was more than a cold. The moment I felt most alone.
I'm warning you before you read my story: It won't end well.
@catwoman gave me the prompt of 'higher' and this is a poem I came up with on that prompt, based on mental health. I wrote this as spoken poetry. Thank you for reading. <3
When one allows to be forgotten, it could mean they've forgiven
We are two sides of the same medal Never see each other but always play with the devil
I wrote this piece for a certain someone, sometime ago
But today it fell right into place, soo. @hayha
The moment I realized the worst was yet to come. The moment I realized my sickness was more than a cold. The moment I felt most alone.