I don't know how I'm supposed to let you love me whole when all I am and own is dark circles under my eyes and a bruised soul.
When I have passed the point of believing the one made for me could exist, and instead I settle for the temporary happiness, I hold it dearly in my fist. Until I've had enough of the unwanted attention and I let it go, I free it from my chokehold.
I am far too terrified to let the fence around me be broken down in a swift move, I've always been good at controlling intruders, except you- I can't stop you, and it seems that deep down...Maybe I don't want to.
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Emotional Torture.
PoetryCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
