Bloody hands,
Open wounds
Why don't they understand?
Tears fall down
One and then two
It's just all in my head.
Or at least that's what they said.
Can't be fixed
Broken beyond repair
She is just a girl.
They don't want her there
Please don't try and fix her,
Your just wasting your time.
He once lied and said
You will always be mine.
It's all said and done,
She dries up her tears
Her ears hear the whispers from above
Begging her to change from what she has become
But why should she care?
When all she is,
Is a broken girl beyond repair.
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One of my favorites ... hope y'all liked this one 😉🙃
~Funnybugg
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The Color Of Me
Thơ caThis book is a book of poems, basically just my thoughts. Some in poem form and some not. Hope You Enjoy!!
