I meet a girl
I mean an angel
By an angel
I want to say a tortured soul
She has nodes over her body
Made by her intolerant dad
Black marks, deep cuts, tears
I meet a girl
I mean a woman made of stone
By a woman made of stone
I want to say a victim of her silence
Silence that was break
Silence that became a scream
A scream that people listen and ignore
I meet a girl
I mean a corpse
And by a corpse
I want to say a person wishing to be dead
Wishing to be dead because everyone saw
Everybody listened
Nobody cared and they push her to that exit signal
I meet a girl
I mean a girl that doesn't exist
By a girl that doesn't exist
I mean she killed herself
And its everyone's fault
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Dead Fowers
Puisi"As I write myself I grow Cause, I know how to lick Cuts and pain So, I bloom Bloom into you" - "Dead Flowers In My Feels" is a compilation of poems through adolescence till now. I used to thought that I was a poet but now I realize I just vent with...
