With her head hung low
and nowhere to go,
she can't explain
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Poem About Anxiety Disorder
With her head hung lowFeatured Shared Story
No one understands what I am suffering from. My new doctor has decided I am taking a far too dangerous drug, so he is weaning me off. I must suffer again for the length of this weaning...
Appreciation For Dad
in Father Poems
For my father, my friend,
This to me you have always been.
Through the good times and the bad,
Your understanding I have had.Featured Shared Story
I love this poem. My papa is the masterpiece of God as my father. I have seen him in pain when I was suffering, and he had suffered much more than me to get me out. In those horrible days,...