Poems about Health

Sixty million Americans are awake when they don’t want to be, no they don’t want to die that’s only 45,000.
It was dark, Then I saw light for the first time. I cried, therefore I was alive.
Timid smiles,rosy cheeks,lip trembling and shortness of breath.
The winter hit different that time,  I hid behind the scenes,  Behind this idea of a perfect image, 
A thought. A fear. It wasn’t clear -A want. A hurt. Which came first -A think. A do. Was it you -
On Thursday I turn 21. And it's weird because I remember turning 17 and graduating High School
On Thursday I turn 21. And it's weird because I remember turning 17 and graduating High School
I arrive home That awful place He's hearing the voices again.   The darkness is biding
Hey there, who reads it  Writing this poem, my thoughts here Because I’m fine outside 
Then   he took the respect she had for Herself  and the wonders from the earth around Her

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