My thoughts drove me insane,
they made me feel all the pain.
They killed me slowly from the inside
and that is the truth of how I died.
When I write down how I feel,
all my wounds start to heal.
Letter after letter,
I start to feel better
and everything seems less real
I am not sure if some of the lines are correct English. If they are not I am sorry I’m still working on my language.
Thanks for reading. I hope you have/had a nice day
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