2015
We are all born to do something great.
I've been told my own birth
Was a mistake.
Strong as I claim to be,
This is far more than I can take.
Nothing you know of me is true.
You think I'm the girl
With nothing
But a bright future to prove.
Sit down while I paint you
The story of my blues.
I'm about as safe as a loaded gun.
But you still think I'd never hurt anyone.
I'm as tragic as they get,
This you don't know.
I'll burn you like fire,
Yet somehow cold as snow.
I line my eyes the blackest black.
My tongue cuts sharper than any tack.
But you wouldn't know this, would you?
I've only ever spoken to your back.
Don't try to cross me.
Forget how innocent I seem.
Heaven knows I'm miserable.
Hell knows what's underneath.
My personality is one that's bittersweet.
I once was a girl of vulnerability.
I grew up a bit too quickly.
But don't get me wrong.
I'll still love you all the same.
Just don't play with my heart.
Under no circumstances
Do I regard love as a game.
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Cyanide Lakes
Poetry❝WE TURN OUR PAIN INTO BEAUTY AND HOPE OTHERS WILL RELATE.❞ Please read the introductory chapter for an extensive trigger-warning. This particular collection contains a wide variety of poems detailing thoughts of insecurity, depression, suicide, etc...
