My broken mind,
How you whisper in my ear,
You call me names,
You say mean things like,
Your fat,
Your ugly,
You should've never been born,
I cannot fight you,
For your to strong,
One day,
You'll see,
You'll see me fight back,
Gain control of my slipping sanity,
To be able to have my mind back,
To have it be completely me,
And not some twisted disgusting dream,
One day,
I'll be strong,
I'll be to say I did it,
I survived,
Until that day,
I'll be silent,
I won't fight,
But one day,
I'll be free of this curse,
This curse called,
InSaNiTy.
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Don't Look Me in the Eye
PoetryNot just poems anymore, I guess. More like little things where I have no place for them. Basically the poems/short stories/rambles that appear in my head that I have to write down. Enjoy? Trigger warning, I think. Sorry for changing the title a lot...
