Down-Hearted
A Mental Conversation That We Occasionally Have with Ourselves
By Love, Your Favorite Pretty GirlPublished 7 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Henry Lo, Unsplash
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry for how he’s treated you—
I’m sorry that I couldn’t be there for you
But, I am now.
Let that be more than enough.
You were never alone.
I don’t know how to feel.
My external wounds have healed—
I can’t fake this smile any longer
And I don’t know how to un-program myself, by myself.
I am alone when these tears fall.
I’ve felt forsaken.
About the Creator
Love, Your Favorite Pretty Girl
The virtual words of an expressive 90s baby typed, revised, and publised.. Not for the faint of heart - unless you're ready for a good cry on self-reflection, and a gut-wrenchin' laugh! IG @astianaalissia
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