Poems from shatteredglass_247

Get a grip and forget. If you keep focusing on things of the past you may miss out on wonderful things that may present...
When night comes and all is quite, the amount of thoughts that run through my head are countless. Thoughts of things that were done or...
Every time I conjur up the smallest amount of courage and tell myself, " yes, i think i can. I can do this", something in me crushes it....
You say that it's ok. You say that it's fine. But I know that in reality you're seething inside. That look of disgust. You judge and look...